Man. [Aside.] Oh, confound it! what brings you here, you little pest?
Chris. Don't be angry, sir—you rode away so fast, yesterday, I had no time to thank you, and I wish to do so now.
Bev. Beautiful subject for a nautical drama: "The Desperate Diver; or, The Drowning Dog of the Dam."
Man. Ridiculous enough, I admit. However, I did jump into the water after poor Spot.
Chris. You did, you did, indeed! Ah! sir, [to Bevannes,] you laugh—but perhaps if you were old and blind, you wouldn't think it such a joke.
Bev. I assure you, my dear, it would have given me infinite pleasure to have saved your dog.
Des. You save a dog? Why you can't swim.
[All laugh.
Bev. Here are ten francs, child, go away.
Chris. And now, sir, [To Manuel.] I'll go directly, if you'll give me just one kiss.