"But surely you do not approve of me to call you Percival so quick.

What is the other name, the name I am to--" "That's the trouble with a name like mine.

It sounds so beastly informal when you leave off the Mister, and it sounds as if you'd been a servant in the family for at least one generation if you stick it on.

If you could only call me Monsieur Percival, or Senor Percival, or even Herr Percival, it wouldn't seem so bad, but Mister Percival,--well, it's pretty soft, isn't it, Miss Clinton ?" "Please hold your hand still, Mr.Percival," ordered the girl.

She smiled up at the puzzled dancer.