Steve. Is it possible? Look under the table.
Pete. By golly! dere am no goose dar. Dat are feller is a what yer call him, he is.
Steve. What do you mean by a what yer call him?
Pete. Why, one of dem fellers, connubial, connubial.
Steve. Connubial? You mean a cannibal.
Pete. Dat’s what I said, a connubial.
Steve. Well, cannibal or connubial, our gravy spoon is missing.
Pete. By golly! Steve, it’s Smiff,—John Smiff. Cotch him wid de axe! cotch him wid de axe!
Steve. Here, take these things right down, and tell Mr. Hanscomb. Be quick, for the gong will sound for dinner in three minutes. (Enter Sam, L.) More spoons, monsieur. (Exit, L.)
Pete. More spoons, spoons, monster! (Exit, R.)