"I'll call you Penelope," he said.
"Would it make any difference ?" she said, carefully removing one of her needles.
"That doesn't matter, so long as it pleases me.

Here, I say, you seem to forget I'm your boss.

It just occurs to me." "And what does that mean ?" she asked coolly.
"It means I've got a right to boss you." "Is there anything you want to complain about ?" "Oh, I say, you needn't be nasty," he said angrily.
"I don't know what you want," she said, continuing her task.
"I want you to treat me nicely and respectfully." "Call you 'sir', perhaps ?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, call me 'sir'.

I should love it." "Then I wish you would go upstairs, sir." His mouth closed, and a frown came on his face.

He jumped suddenly down.
"You're too blessed superior for anything," he said.
And he went away to the other girls.