To sell her bed and lie upon dirt?
Captain Congleton, I’m going to alter that to ‘flirt.’ It sounds better.
He. No, I’ve changed my mind about the drink. Good-night, little lady. I
shall see you to-morrow?
She. Ye es. Good-night, Guy. Don’t be angry with me.
He. Angry! You know I trust you absolutely. Good-night and God bless
you!
(Three seconds later. Alone.) Hmm! I’d give something to discover
whether there’s another man at the back of all this.