‘Don’t you be thinking, missis, for one minute that you have got me.’
‘No, no.’
On that understanding he unbends.
‘I have a theatre to-night, followed by a randy-dandy.’
‘Oho! Kenneth, this is a queer first meeting!’
‘It is, woman, oh, it is,’ guardedly, ‘and it’s also a last meeting.’
‘Yes, yes.’
‘So here’s to you—you old mop and pail. Ave atque vale.’
‘What’s that?’
‘That means Hail and Farewell.’