It had its effect.

The young man turned red.

Then he laughed aloud.
"Well, by Jove!" he exclaimed.

"What have we here?
A humorist, I do believe! Mabel, we've discovered a genuine, rural humorist.

Another David Harum, by Jove! Look at him!" The girl in the tonneau swept aside her veil and looked, as directed.
And I looked at her.