Stidulph.
Dancing—I? Shaking his head. No.
Luigi.
Who speaks Cockney English with a slight foreign ascent—cutting the wire of a champagne bottle. Why, you used to be a regular slap-up dancing man when I first knew you.
Stidulph.
Nodding. Ah, ah; moving away my dancing days are done.
Luigi.
Done! Oh, I like that! I bet you ain’t sixty, come now, eh?
Stidulph.
What’s the time, Luigi? I haven’t a watch on.