After all there were not many girls prettier than Polly, or with more of the attractiveness of their sex.

He looked, looked till he could not turn away.
"Now then for the address.

I'll write it on this piece of paper, and you shall copy it." Polly watched him, puzzled by the nervous grin on his face.

She took the paper, on which he had written as legibly as he could-- "Lord Polperro, 16, Lowndes Mansions, Sloane Street, S.W." And having read it she stared at him.
"What d'you mean ?" "That's the address." "Are you making a fool of me ?" Polly exclaimed, angry suspicion flashing in her eyes.
"I tell you that's your uncle's address.

Now be careful, Polly! I won't stand it a second time." He was only half joking.