Sir John: And her voice grows upon one.... A voice suggestive of a nature sweet and——
Robert: One moment, sir—your upper lip!
(A moment’s silence while the Corporal plies deft razor.)
Sir John: I chanced to see her in converse with a young ... creature, Robert—a tall young woman in a laced cap?
Robert: I re-marked same young person myself, sir.
Sir John: Is she a friend of Mistress Ann’s?
Robert: Not knowing, can’t say, sir.
Sir John: Do you chance to know anything about this—er—young person?
Robert: Nothing, sir, except as she seems to run very much to legs——