Sophy.
This is hacking, not cutting. You ought never to be allowed within a mile of a pair of scissors.
Quex.
[Looking at his other hand.] Oh, come! they're hardly as bad as all that.
Sophy
[Examining that hand also.] Ha, ha, ha!
[Rising, somewhat abashed.] Ha! I confess I am a little unskilful at such operations.
Sophy.
No gentleman should trust to himself where his nails are concerned. Why, a man's hand has lost him a young lady's affections before this! I've heard of heaps of cases where matches have been broken off—