Teddy. I ain't.
Polly. Well, beer was brewed for drinkin', (Teddy pours himself a glass and drinks modestly.)
Teddy (replacing glass). Ah!
Polly. Sup it up. I like a man that can take 'is liquor. Yer drink as if it feared yer. (Teddy empties his glass.) That's better. (She passes her glass, he fills it and his own.) Now, Mr. Dawson, don't stint yerself. There ain't nothink like courtin' fur givin' an appetite. Yer ain't got much to say for yerself. I dunno. Young men don't seem so brisk at their courtin' as they was when I were a girl.
Teddy (nettled). I don't think I'm pertiklar slow.
Polly. Well, I'll give yer an instance. That gas. It were lighted the moment I left room. I saw gleam of it under door. My old man 'ud never 'ave lit it like that when 'im and me courted. I give yer a fair chance, an all. Yer don't fancy I allays take that long to pick up a jug o' beer, do yer?
Teddy. Yus, well that 'ud go down all right with some girls, but it ain't right way with Liza.
Polly. Oh, yer know yer own business best, of course, but yer'll not be above takin' a 'in! from an old woman that was courted afore yer was born. Yer must make use o' yer charnces. Girls don't like a slow lover.
Teddy. I'm not so shy, neither.
Polly. Yer not eatin' much. A feller wants a bit o' somethin' as ull stick to 'is ribs when 'e's bin courtin'. Don't forget yer beer. Ain't there no more in jug? (Teddy drinks up and refills.) Yer'll not get boozed on a drop like that, and who's to care if yer do? Yer at 'ome 'ere. Drink up and 'ave another.