Miss Sky. That neither night nor day can I close my eyes.
Pin. Eh? Oh, my! that’s the beginning of one of my letters.
Miss Sky. How beautifully you do express yourself.
Pin. Do I?
Miss Sky. You see this bundle. (Producing her bundle of letters.) Here are all your cherished letters; I need not tell you how I prize them.
Pin. I ought to sob and fall in her lap now. (Takes out his pocket-handkerchief and tries to sob.) I cant. I dont feel at all inclined to cry. Perhaps I shall, presently.
Miss Sky. If the contents of these billets——
Pin. Billys! Oh, ah—I understand.
Miss Sky. Were not copied from the complete letter-writer——
Pin. Oh, I’m found out. Well did I ever. Oh, there’s no falling at her feet, now.