Charles thought of saying no. He really ought to say no--whatever the urchin said, Charles didn't think he owed anyone anything in this situation. And for a moment, he really thought he was going to, that he was just going to say "no, I don't think I will," and then walk off. But then he looked at her--he still wasn't sure that was right--and when he opened his mouth to say no,, what came out was, "All right, fine. One game."
He was surprised by the hand extended toward him, but he regained himself surprisingly well, and took it to shake. "Charles," he said. He thought about introducing himself properly, but decided at the last second that, maybe, telling this urchin--Charley--that his surname was "Whymper" would have earned him more derision. He couldn't help that his surname was ridiculous sounding.
He was surprised by the hand extended toward him, but he regained himself surprisingly well, and took it to shake. "Charles," he said. He thought about introducing himself properly, but decided at the last second that, maybe, telling this urchin--Charley--that his surname was "Whymper" would have earned him more derision. He couldn't help that his surname was ridiculous sounding.