Mr. Posket.
I’m in the same predicament! Cis will lend us some money, won’t you, Cis?
Cis.
Rather!
Mr. Bullamy.
No, thank ye, that boy is one too many for me. I’ve never met such a child. Good-night, Mrs. Posket. [Treads on a nut.] Confound the nuts!
Agatha Posket.
Going so early?
Cis.
[To Mr. Posket.] I hate a bad loser, don’t you Guv?