"I was jus' going to say that, if you wouldn't keep on interrupting. It is him. I was jus' going to say it. Ah me! what shall I do? Whither shall I flee? Nowhere. Gadzooks! He draws nearer."
"I come on now," explained William to the audience, holding on to his plant-pot with one hand to steady it. "I'm him." He advanced threateningly upon the maiden. "Aha!" he sneered. "Gadzooks! doest thou happen to know who I am?"
"I am lorst in the dreadful forest," she replied. "Ah me! What shall I do?"
"I am Carlo Rupino of the Bloody Hand. Go on, faint!" he urged in an undertone.
"'F you think I'm going to faint on this dirty ole floor," she replied, "I'm jus' not. You should have brushed it up a bit 'f you wanted me to faint on it."
"You don't know how to," he jeered.
"I do! I can! I can faint beautifully on our drawing-room carpet. I'm jus' not going to faint on a dirty ole stable floor an' I'm not going to be in your nasty ole play 'f you're not going to be nice to me."
"All right, then, don't be. You jus' take off my sister's petticoat, an' our lace curtain an' don't be in it, if you don't want to be."
"Well, I jus' won't, 'f you're going on like this at me."
"Well, 'f you keep on talkin' not out of the play who's to know when you're talkin' play an' when you're jus' talkin' yourself?"