Nancy. Rubbish! Are you a fool? Don’t you know better than to bring such things here on a washing-day?
Simon. Washing-day! Confound it, Nancy! I’m fated to call when you are in the suds.
Nancy. Because you always manage to come on a Monday, when I am up to my ears in a tub.
Simon. Monday——washing-day. That’s why somebody says cleanliness comes next to godliness.
Nancy. Simon Stone, what is your present occupation?
Simon. Nancy, at present I am a humble but earnest worker in the confectionery business. (Takes box from left coat pocket.) Have a gum-drop? (Offers paper.)
Nancy. No. Confectionery, indeed!
Simon (puts back paper). Nancy, the first time I ever approached you in humble admiration of your grace and beauty——try a peppermint. (Takes paper from his pocket and offers it.)
Nancy (folding her arms and turning her head). No.
Simon (puts back paper). I was a butcher,——an honest but bloody butcher. You turned up your nose at the scent of blood.