The Chancellor.
Good-morning, Sir Amphibious!
Moss-Rose.
Oh, godfather, where are you going? Not to your pond again?
The Frog.
Only for a dip, my dear! Truth is I’m feeling rather dry!
The Chancellor.
Can’t I ring for a glass of water for you?
The Frog.
My dear fellow! Do give me credit for some command of proper language! Even reptiles know that dry refers to the outside, while for the inner man one says thirsty!