Fred (gloomily). Yes, and what is more, he spent hours trying to.
Stuart. Well, she was pretty and charming and—I’m short of an adjective, Fred.
Fred. Of course you are! There isn’t one in Webster’s Unabridged which would do her justice!
Stuart. That should have been said to her and not wasted on me. Well, we’ll say the girl is plu-perfect. The fellow is rather good looking—eh, Fred?
Fred. I don’t know.
Stuart. He talks and dances well; and is, in fact, quite a shining light among her devotees.
Fred (irritably). Oh, cut it, for heaven’s sake!
[Rises impatiently.
Stuart (laughing). Excuse me,—the story-teller never cuts; it’s the editor who does that.
Fred (angrily). Oh, go on.