Mrs. Mossop.
A love affair, indeed. And a poem into the bargain, Ablett, if poet was at hand to write it.
Ablett.
Reelly, Mrs. Mossop! [Polishing a tumbler.] Is the beer to be bottled or draught, ma'am, on this occasion?
Mrs. Mossop.
Draught for Miss Trelawny, invariably.
Ablett.
Then draught it must be all round, out of compliment. Jest fancy! nevermore to 'ear customers speak of Trelawny of the "Wells," except as a pleasin' memory! A non-professional gentleman they give out, ma'am.
Mrs. Mossop.
Yes.