LUCY I am mistaken if my young lady does not find an agreeable companion in these apartments. Almost a namesake. Only the difference of Flyn, and Flint. I have some errands to do, or I would stop and have some fun with this droll butcher. Cutlet returns.
CUTLET Why, how odd this is! Your young lady knows my young lady. They are as thick as flies.
LUCY You may thank me for your new lodger, Mr. Cutlet.—But bless me, you do not look well?
CUTLET
To tell you the truth, I am rather heavy about the eyes. Want of sleep,
I believe.
LUCY
Late hours, perhaps. Raking last night.
CUTLET No, that is not it, Mrs. Lucy. My repose was disturbed by a very different cause from what you may imagine. It proceeded from too much thinking.
LUCY The deuce it did! and what, if I may be so bold, might be the subject of your Night Thoughts?
CUTLET The distresses of my fellow creatures. I never lay my head down on my pillow, but I fall a thinking, how many at this very instant are perishing. Some with cold—
LUCY
What, in the midst of summer?
CUTLET
Aye. Not here, but in countries abroad, where the climate is different
from ours. Our summers are their winters, and vice versâ, you know.
Some with cold—