LUCY What a canting rogue it is! I should like to trump up some fine story to plague him. [Aside.]
CUTLET
Others with hunger—some a prey to the rage of wild beasts—
LUCY
He has got this by rote, out of some book.
CUTLET Some drowning, crossing crazy bridges in the dark—some by the violence of the devouring flame—
LUCY I have it.—For that matter, you need not send your humanity a travelling, Mr. Cutlet. For instance, last night—
CUTLET
Some by fevers, some by gun-shot wounds—
LUCY
Only two streets off—
CUTLET
Some in drunken quarrels—
LUCY (Aloud.) The butcher's shop at the corner.
CUTLET
What were you saying about poor Cleaver?