Polly. But Mr. Van Tromp might tell.
Reg. (with extreme dignity). Mr. Van Tromp is too much of a gentleman to either bwibe or tell tales.
Charlie. But he’ll lithen all the thame!
Polly (fearfully). She’s going to wear a white silk one with cardinal ribbons, and a black lace veil.
[Receives note and exits l.
Charlie (triumphantly). Ah! Now I have her.
Reg. Deucid sowy to spoil your little dweam, but I fahncy I shall speak to her myself this evening.
Charlie (gleefully). All right. The knowth you are after her money.
Stuart (coming down). Ah! Damon and Pythias together as usual. It really gives one faith in friendship to see how you two fellows run together.
Charlie. Mither Thuart, did you ever hear anything more nonthenthical than for Van Tromp to thuppothe that Mith Wortley ith going to thave him from the poorhouth?