Enter PINKEY and BOSS, D.F.
Boss. Now, my man, you must make up your mind, you can’t be in finer order for popping the question; you have just finished your three pints of claret, your lady has this moment called with Damper and the mysterious gentleman that tea’d here yesterday, and you can’t have a better opportunity.
Pin. (A little elevated.) I’m sure I can’t, I feel quite brimful of words, overflowing with good three, four, and five-syllable, words. Lord, I think I could now stand on my legs and talk for an hour or two without stopping for breath. I only want the subject matter.
Boss. You can’t have a more inspiring theme than your love for your lady.
Pin. You and Miss Snare talk a great deal together; I’ve heard you when you didn’t know it. What do you talk about? Tell me, do—some people always seem to have to say so much to one another, that I can’t, for the life of me, make out what they can have converse upon.
Boss. You would gain little by knowing what passes between us.
Pin. Why?
Boss. We merely admire each other’s good qualities.
Pin. As much as to say, I’ve none for anybody to admire—I understand you—but I have though.
Boss. Oh, no doubt. You may be hiding your candle under a bushel.