Yes. If I’d got some place to which to cawwy you,
Upon my word I’d weally like to mawwy you.
Coq. (Aside) The darling! He’s a man a girl can love.
Capt. T. (Looking on ground.) I fear I’ve lost it now.
Coq. Your heart?
Capt. P. My glove.
(Loud sneezing from cupboard.)
What’s that?
Coq. The ginger beer has burst a bottle.
Capt. P. It sounded vewy like a human thwottle!