Excitement tingled in him--the kind of excitement which might lead either to rage or caresses.

He swayed now on one foot, now on the other, as if preparing for a dance, and his fists were clenched upon his hips.
"You mean to say that's his _reel_ name ?" cried Polly, she, too, quivering and reddening.
"I do.

Now mind, Polly; mind what you say, my girl! I won't stand it a second time." "Don't go on like a ijiot!" exclaimed the girl, starting up from her chair.

"Of course I'll believe it if you tell me you're not kidding.
And you mean to say he's a lord ?" "See for yourself." "And his name ain't Clover at all?
Then what's my awnt's name ?" Why, Lady Polperro, of course! And Minnie is--well, I don't exactly know--Lady Minnie Polperro, I suppose.

And you--no, I don't think it gives you a title; but, you see, you are the niece of Lord Polperro.
Think of that, Polly; you've got a lord for your uncle--a peer of the realm! He came nearer and nearer as he spoke, his eyes distended with wild merriment, his arms swinging.
"And it's me that found it out, Polly! What have you got to say for it?
Eh, old girl?
What have you got to say ?" Polly uttered a scream of laughter and threw herself forward.