Simon. To be sure I do. I’ve often received a kiss from them.
Nancy. Simon!
Simon. Sugar ones, Nancy.
Nancy. Very well, Simon, very well. I’m perfectly satisfied.
Simon. Oh, Nancy! then you——
Nancy (furiously). I’ll have nothing more to say to a man who so debases himself as to associate with lozengers and lollypops, sugar plums and pretty girls, with eyes full of candy and mouths full of kisses. Good morning, Mr. Stone.
Simon. Where are you going, Nancy?
Nancy. Back to my washing. The business won’t suit, Simon.
Simon. What! are you going to snub me again? (Angry.) Hang it, Nancy Nipper! I’m not going to be treated in this shabby manner! Take me now, or you lose me forever. It’s the last time of asking.
Nancy. I’m glad of that. ’Twill save much trouble.