Miss P. That is true, Cecil. (Sits gingerly on stool R. of Cecil.) I have not, as you say, been consigned to a watery grave. However, nothing will induce me to enter one of those terribly unsafe carriages again. Carriages, indeed! Undignified, overgrown perambulators!
Cecil. I enjoyed it. My little man ran and raced and laughed. It really was most exciting. I thought he would upset and half kill several of those dear little people. They only laugh.
Miss P. The vacant mind—the ready laugh. They are a small, insignificant race.
Cecil (laughing). Think of Arthur, his height! And those great beetle-crushers!
Miss P. (with horror). My dear!
Cecil. Would you have me say pedal extremities?
Miss P. I should prefer greater dignity of language.
Cecil (demurely). Consider, then, my dear brother’s consternation, his delighted surprise, when he returns to the hotel to find US.
Miss P. (sighing). You are singularly heedless, my dear Cecil. Your brother never took any notice of your letters or telegrams. From that I construe disapproval. You remember another familiar saying: Scratch a man and you find a Tartar. We have braved the dangers of the deep——
Cecil. G., dear, you know you enjoyed it. The flirtations you had with Professor Anstruther——