Charlie. One moment, girl. (To Reg.) Mither Van Tromp, will you oblige me by leaving the room?
Reg. By Jove! The bwass of the man would start a foundwy.
[Sits chair l. with emphasis.
Charlie. Thir, in the future I thall refuth to recognith you.
Reg. Thanks, awfully.
Charlie (taking bank-note from pocket). Girl, do you thee thith?
Polly. Oh, yes, sir.
Charlie. What ith Mith Wortleyth domino like?
Polly. Oh, indeed, sir, I don’t dare to tell you.
Charlie. Nonthenth! The’ll never know who told. You might ath well make five dollarth.