Mrs. Gaylustre.
How do you feel now?
Macphail.
Well, its tingling.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Tingling! You bear it like a hero.
Macphail.
I appreciate the compliment, but I’m thinking I’m only a bit singed.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Ah, but why, why do you indulge in these reckless sports?