‘What are you then?’ demanded Miss Wren. ‘I am a gentleman, I am,’ said Fledgeby. ‘Oh!’ assented Jenny, screwing up her mouth with an appearance of conviction. ‘Yes, to be sure! That accounts for your having so much time to give to interceding. But only to think how kind and friendly a gentleman you must be!’ Mr. Fledgeby found that he was skating round a board marked Dangerous, and had better cut out a fresh track.
