Larry. Bother! I see no one but a silken cloaked spark, and our Wat; devil a petticoat!
Kate. That spark is my mistress.
Larry. Be asy. Are you sure you ar'n't his mistress?
Kate. Tut, now you've got the twin potatoes in your head.
Larry. Twins they must be, if any, for faith I hav'n't had a single potato in my head this many a long day. But come, my Kate, tell me how you and your mistress happened to jump into—
Kate. Step aside then.
Larry. Have with you, my dapper page.
[They retire.
Geraldine and Walter advance.
Geraldine. You know this Percy, then?