Mrs. V. T. Yes, but then I’m a woman.
Stuart. Deo gratia.
Mrs. V. T. And you know, Mr. Stuart, a woman is never expected to pay her bets.
Stuart. There’s one woman who will pay hers to me, and that promptly. Attention, please. As a forfeit, you are to say to me, “I love you.”
Mrs. V. T. Ah, Mr. Stuart, don’t make me tell any more untruths!
Stuart (taking her hand). Don’t say it then; tell me without words.
[Stoops head and they kiss. Sounds of altercation outside.
Agnes (coming down with Fred). What’s that?
Charlie and Reg. enter at b. d. and come down.
Charlie. Well, you reprethentative of a graveyard, you juth athk her.