Dicey. But he said he was just going out to get one?
Minnie. That was an awful fib because you were there and he was ashamed.
Dicey. Ashamed? He might well be. He must be going off his head.
Horace. This doesn’t interest me in the least.
Messenger. No? Hear a little more.
Dicey. He gave me a fright, though—one terrible fright.
Minnie. Did he? How?
Dicey. He spoke a word and all the beauty of life seemed to shrivel up and die away. And then somebody not far away contradicted him. In a moment the cloud was gone and the whole world seemed even brighter and happier than it had been before.
Horace. Lor’, the fellow thinks he is making love! Makes me sick to hear him. I’d like to kick him!