Beatie.
Don’t be a silly boy—of course you could.
Cis.
Then I shall; and when I feel inclined to have a spree, I shall think of that paper and say, “Cis Farringdon, if you ever get locked up, you’ll lose the most beautiful girl in the world.”
Beatie.
And so you will.
[He goes to the writing-table.
Cis.
I’d better write it now, before my head gets well again.
[He writes; she bends over him.