MISS B. Have you no poultry?
BOLT. (Aside.) Poultry! what pretty chickens!
WAITER. A couple of fowls are roasting for my master’s dinner; however, he will be most happy to let you have them.
MISS B. Well, send them up instantly, with a bottle of your best sherry. (Exit WAITER.)—You know, Steele, your loose sovereigns will cover all expenses.
BOLT. (Whispers.) Here, Bobby, how much have you got?
MIZ. Half-a-crown; and you?
BOLT. Eighteen-pence! Oh—h—h! that looks very unlike fowls and sherry.
MIZ. But you must be so d——d bounceable with your loose sovereigns!
MISS B. My dear, wont you sit down?—you must be tired.
BOLT. Not in the least (aside) except of you. (Whispers.) I’ll tell you what we must do, Bobby,—we’ll tell the ladies all; they can’t detain us in a public room,—and then we’ll——