Elly. And then, having launched these shafts of impotent irony in vain, they came to a stand with an uneasy feeling that something unlooked for was amiss. "What d'ye mane, ma'am?" said Davy. "What do _you_ mean, sir?" said Nelly. "I mane, that you're here to meet with a man," said Davy. "I!" cried Nelly. "I? Did you say that I was here to meet----" "Don't go to deny it, ma'am," said Davy. "I do deny it," said Nelly. "And what's more, sir, I know why you are here. You are here to meet with a woman." "Me! To meet with a woman! Me?" cried Davy. "Oh, _you_ needn't deny it, sir," said Nelly. "Your presence here is proof