Milburd (foreseeing an extinguisher over Shakespeare). Do you think it good enough?
Mrs. Frampton. Good enough!—why—I was only saying to my daughter—(Julia—Mr. Milburd (introduction))—wasn't I, Julia?
Julia (rather stupidly, but still exhibiting caution). What, mamma?
Mrs. Frampton. Why about Mr. Milburd's capital little farce.
Julia (easily taking up her cue). Oh, yes! (ecstatically.) I was so delighted—and where did you get that wonderful dress?
Milburd (carelessly). Oh, I got it at the costumier's. I had it for another part some time ago.
Jovial Stout Gentleman (refreshing himself, and seeing Captain Byrton). Hallo! Old Bouncer. By Jove! Capital, sir! Capital!
Byrton (much pleased). Did you know me when I came on?
Jovial Stout Person. Know you? Ha! ha! (Skilfully evading the question, and pretending to quote.) “Rataplan, Ratalan!”—eh? Ha! ha!
[They drink.