As a result of these two meetings Pollyooly had made up her mind that the duke was not a man to be feared by women.

Millicent admired her fearlessness greatly.
After their dinner Pollyooly put on her amber costume, a silk frock, a pretty hat, stockings and gloves, all amber in colour and all matching, gifts of Hilary Vance.

Regarding her thus attired, Millicent's great admiration became an even greater awe.
"Why, you look the perfect lydy," she said in a hushed voice.
"If I'm a red Deeping, I'm of the oldest blood in England, and I must be a lady.

Mr.Ruffin says so," said Pollyooly in the tone of one quite sure of herself.
She charged Millicent to be very careful of the Lump, and to be sure to have the kettle boiling by four o'clock so that, should she be detained till then, she would have nothing to do on her return but forthwith make the tea.

Then she sallied forth.
As she came into Fleet Street she met the Honourable John Ruffin.
"Ah: so you're off to the fray," he said; and his eyes warmed to the angel vision.