Slice:
Perhaps.
Cadwell:
Is she a brunette?
Slice:
She could be.
Cadwell:
Large green eyes?
Slice:
Getting closer.
Cadwell:
Mouth neither large nor small?
Slice:
I say no more.
Cadwell:
Pretty hand?
Slice:
I won't reply.
Cadwell: Admirable teeth? The nose— Come, come, my boy, I know who she is. (to Bendish) Bendish, she's the one at the ball. Yes, it's she for sure. (to Slice) Yes, my boy, I will go. Yes, I will go, I tell you. Oho, there my friend, admit to me that I have discovered her. Doesn't she lodge near the Arsenal? Eh? If you please? Oh, I will go on my word. I've figured her out, right?