COLONEL, gaily firing his dart, 'Did you get the bull-trout, Billy boy?'
BILLY. 'He's a brute that.'
COLONEL. 'He is, you know.'
BILLY. 'He came up several times and had a look at my fly. Didn't flick it, or do anything as complimentary as that. Just yawned and went down.'
COLONEL. 'Yawned, did he? Used to wink in my time. Did you and Billy fish at Heidelberg, Karl?'
KARL. 'We were more worthily employed, sir, but we did unbend at times. Billy, do you remember—' He begins a gay dance.
BILLY. 'Not I.' Then he joins in.
BARBARA. 'Young gentlemen, how disgraceful!' She joins in.
COLONEL. 'Harum-scarums!'
KARL. 'Does he know about you two?'