Hazel: What's that? I never was one for betting on races or gaining prizes for riddles.
Mineog: It is strange now I have no recollection of putting that down. It is I myself in the days gone by would put an odd shilling on a horse.
Hazel: These typewriters would bother the world. Wait now—let me throw an eye on those papers you have in your hand.
Mineog: Not at all. I would sooner be giving it out to you myself.
Hazel: Of course it is very pleasing to be listening to so nice an account—but lend it a minute.
(Puts out hand.)
Mineog: Bring me now a bottle of wine, John—you know the sort—till I'll drink to Mr. Hazel's good health.
John: I will, sir.
Hazel: No, but bring it at my own expense till I will drink to Mr. Mineog. Just give me a hold of that paper for one minute only.
Mineog: Keep patience now. I will go through it with no delay.