SHE. The case is waterproof.
HE. Still, the matches are wet. (_Producing the box from his
trouser pocket, and trying to strike one._) You see?
SHE. (_With a forced laugh_) Lord Brookfield, don't deny that you
saved my life!
HE. That is what I am trying to do.
SHE. (_Frigidly_) I beg your pardon?
HE. I jumped in without thinking. It was the natural thing to do:
I heard you scream for help. But the moment the water came to my
waist I knew that if it went any deeper I should have to call for
help also.
SHE. Well?
HE. I was spared that humiliation: the pond isn't over three feet
deep in any place. And I waded the whole twenty feet from one end
to the other. . . . And I _can't_ swim.
SHE. But I was drowning! Drowning!
HE. (_Politely_) Are you in the habit of drowning often?
SHE. (_Rising indignantly_) Lord Brookfield!