Trudge. No such thing; I practised my politeness all the while I was in the woods. Our very lodging taught me good manners; for I could never bring myself to go into it without bowing.
Patty. Don't tell me! A mighty civil reception you give a body, truly, after a six weeks parting.
Trudge. Gad, you're right; I am a little out here, to be sure. [Kisses her.] Well, how do you do?
Patty. Pshaw, fellow! I want none of your kisses.
Trudge. Oh! very well—I'll take it again. [Offers to kiss her.]
Patty. Be quiet. I want to see Mr. Inkle: I have a message to him from Miss Narcissa. I shall get a sight of him, now, I believe.
Trudge. May be not. He's a little busy at present.
Patty. Busy—ha! Plodding! What he's at his multiplication table again?
Trudge. Very likely; so it would be a pity to interrupt him, you know.