Mr. Posket.
Oh, didn’t you?
Cis.
So I took a room at the Hotel des Princes—when I want to put a man up he goes there. You see, Guv, it’s you I’ve been considering more than myself.
Mr. Posket.
But you are a mere child.
Cis.
A fellow is just as old as he feels. I feel no end of a man. Hush, they’re coming down! I’m off to tell Wyke about the rickety four-wheeler.
Mr. Posket.
Cis, Cis! Your mother will discover I have been out.