Lukyn.
You misunderstand me! I was his godfather; I gave him a silver cup.
Agatha Posket.
Oh, do excuse me. How did I become acquainted with such a vulgar expression? I don’t know where I pick up my slang. It must be through loitering at shop windows. Oh, oh, oh!
Lukyn.
Pray compose yourself. I’ll leave you for a moment.
[Going to the window.
Agatha Posket.
[To Charlotte.] How shall I begin, Charley?
Charlotte.