“Made a pretty good thing of marrying, didn’t you?” asked Fledgeby.

The other smiled (an ugly smile), and tapped one tap upon his nose.

“My late governor made a mess of it,” said Fledgeby. “But Geor⁠—is the right name Georgina or Georgiana?”

“Georgiana.”

“I was thinking yesterday, I didn’t know there was such a name. I thought it must end in ina.”

“Why?”

“Why, you play⁠—if you can⁠—the Concertina, you know,” replied Fledgeby, meditating very slowly. “And you have⁠—when you catch it⁠—the Scarlatina. And you can come down from a balloon in a parach⁠—no you can’t though. Well, say Georgeute⁠—I mean Georgiana.”

“You were going to remark of Georgiana⁠—?” Lammle moodily hinted, after waiting in vain.