I ask no questions, my dear; no business of mine.

Much obliged to you, all the same." "If you're so particular about who it was," said Polly, with her air of pique and propriety, "well, it's a boy.

So you needn't look at me like that." "A boy, eh ?" "Well, that's what _I_ think him.

He's a young clurk in the City as I've known long enough, and _I_ think him a boy.

Of course you're always ready to believe harm of me--that's nothing new.