Pil. He is affianced to my niece.
Cray. Hope he'll like it. (takes cigar out of case)
Pil. Why should he not, sir?
Cray. I daresay you stick up for marriage—double blessedness and all that kind of muck. (biting end of cigar)
Pil. I regard the married state as best calculated to confer the greatest happiness that—er—the——
Cray. Have you ever bin married? (looking up at him)
Pil. No.
Cray. (lights cigar) I thought not. You beggars are always jawin' about what you don't understand. You've never had D.T., but that wouldn't stop you preaching about drink. You've never bin married, and yet you get up in the pulpit and talk about Hell as if you knew the country.
Pil. May I ask, Mr.—er——
Cray. Crayll.