"You can escort me, first of all, to the Pegalls, and afterwards we can drive to Baxter & Co.'s in Bayswater, so that you can assure yourself I didn't buy that cloak." "I am much obliged for the trouble you are taking, Mrs.Vrain," replied the young man, avoiding with some reserve the insinuating glances of his pretty companion.

"We shall do as you suggest.

Who are the Pegalls, may I ask ?" "My friends, with whom I stopped on Christmas Eve," rejoined Mrs.Vrain.
"A real good, old, dull English family, as heavy as their own plum puddings.

Mrs.Pegall's a widow like myself, and I daresay she buys her frocks in the Bayswater stores.

She has two daughters who look like barmaids, and ought to be, only they ain't smart enough.