Boy—(Dancing with excitement and pleasure.) Ain't this some picnic!
King—(To Bart.) I have never dared look at a woman since then.
Bart—I can't imagine Lucy killing herself for me. She will never love me as Selina did.
King—(Sighing.) Selina.
Bart—Mine?
King—Mine.
(Enter a plain clothes Officer, and a Policeman, breathlessly.)
Officer—(To Miss Brown.) Now, which one of them done it?
Miss Brown—It's that young one, I think. You could spot his ugly mug for a crook anywhere.
(Officer goes up to King, and turns him around suddenly, while the Policeman does the same to Bart.)