POLLYOOLY IS CALLED IN On his way back to the King's Bench Walk the Honourable John Ruffin pondered this matter of salary and came to the conclusion that five pounds would not be too high a fee for the duchess to pay for skilled work of this kind.

He must remember to tell Eglantine to tell her to give Pollyooly that sum.
Pollyooly was rather earlier than he had expected: at five and twenty minutes to five he heard her latchkey in the lock of his outer door, and when it opened he called to her to come to him.
She entered leading the Lump.

His red hair was a rather brighter red than the hair of Pollyooly; but his eyes were of the same deep blue and his clear skin of the same paleness.

They would have made a charming picture of Cupid led by an angel child.
"Ah, Pollyooly!" said the Honourable John Ruffin cheerfully.

"You are about to realise the truth of those immortal lines: "Oh, what a tangled web we weave When first we practice to deceive!" "Please, sir, I haven't been deceiving any one," said Pollyooly, knitting her brow in a faint anxiety.
"Not recently, perhaps.