MASTER OF Q. Well, have you got that door opened yet?
THE OFFICER. No, the case is still in court—THE BILLPOSTER is out with his dipnet, of course, so that the taking of evidence is always being put off—and in the meantime the Glazier has mended all the window panes in the castle, which has grown half a story higher—This has been an uncommonly good year—warm and wet——
MASTER OF Q. But just the same you have had no heat comparing with what I have here.
THE OFFICER. How much do you have in your ovens?
MASTER OF Q. When we fumigate cholera suspects, we run it up to one hundred and forty degrees.
THE OFFICER. Is the cholera going again?
MASTER OF Q. Don't you know that?
THE OFFICER. Of course, I know it, but I forget so often what I know.
MASTER OF Q. I wish often that I could forget—especially myself. That is why I go in for masquerades and carnivals and amateur theatricals.
THE OFFICER. What have you been up to then?