Vale.
I promise you I won’t mention Bristow’s slippers again. By Jove, I won’t—there.
Charlotte.
Very well, then, if you do that I’ll give you my word I won’t pay any more debts before our marriage.
Vale.
My darling!
[About to embrace him, but remembering that he is wet.
Charlotte.
No—no—you are too damp.
Isidore.