I’m jutht ath good a waltzther ath anyone here, and better than motht. Waving his arms. If you’re tired of me, announthe the fact quietly. Don’t go and wipe your bootth on me in public, becauthe that hurtth my pride.
Gabrielle.
With a little twist of her body. I can’t do more than apologise. First time I’ve ever done that to a man.
De Castro.
Coming to her, mollified. I don’t athk it, Gabth; I don’t athk it. All I athk——
Gabrielle.
Sitting on the nearer settee in the centre. If I’m rude, it’s owing to my low spirits. I’m so shockingly low-spirited.
De Castro.
I know you are, and I make allowanthes for yer. I repeat, all I athk——
Gabrielle.