If there was such a person as the Mr. Shelmerdine, the heir to the barony feared it was a true bill.
Cinderella, with her provincial naïveté, didn't know that lords and people did such democratic things as these.
"Do all sorts of wild things when you are up at the 'Varsity," said the heir to the barony. "And, of course, you know, that was before my guv'nor got his leg up."
"Now it is no good your being modest, is it?" said Cinderella. "Because I know all about you. It was you who kicked those three goals against Scotland in Nineteen Four."
The confusion of the heir to the barony was dire.
"Not a bit of good your blushing, is it? I saw the match—I was only a flapper then playing Fairy Footlight at the Royal Caledonian, Glasgow, and I went with my Aunt Bessie to Celtic Park, and saw you kick three goals, and I won tons of chocolates off the Scotchies in the Company, because I had put my pinafore on old England, as I always have, and as I always shall—"
"—They say the new system of drainage at the Cassel—"
"—Steve Bloomer himself couldn't have done better than you did that day—and it is no use your being modest, is it?—"
"—And the Kaiser is one of the most charming and well informed men I have ever—"
