Reg. (with dignity). Mr. Stuart will tell you that a born gentleman can do much that is impossible to the canaille.
Charlie (angrily). What do you mean by that, thir?
Reg. Pway dwaw your own conclusions.
Stuart (sitting on desk). And so you two bloods intend to question the oracle? I hadn’t credited you with the courage.
Charlie. It dothn’t need much when one knowth what the anther will be.
Reg. (confidently). I’m not afwaid for my part, but even “no” wouldn’t make me commit suicide.
Charlie. Thath prethuth fortunate for you, but hard on the reth of uth.
Stuart (quizzically). Oh, it’s easy enough to propose to a girl when she isn’t present. You fellows forget that Miss Wortley is a masked battery this evening. It takes pluck to face one of them, and I don’t believe you’ll either of you dare do it.
Charlie. I’d like to bet a monkey I will.
Stuart. Done! And do the same with you, Van Tromp.