I beg yours.
Ablett.
[Grasping Arthur's hand.] Excuse the freedom, sir, if freedom you regard it as——
Arthur.
Eh——-?
-,
Ablett.
You 'ave plucked the flower, sir; you 'ave stole our ch'icest blossom.
Arthur.
[Trying to get away.] Yes, yes, I know——
I beg yours.
[Grasping Arthur's hand.] Excuse the freedom, sir, if freedom you regard it as——
Eh——-?
You 'ave plucked the flower, sir; you 'ave stole our ch'icest blossom.
[Trying to get away.] Yes, yes, I know——