Hunt. When you’ve done dancing, George! (To Jean.) It ain’t a pretty expression, my dear, I own it. “Will you blow the gaff?” is perhaps more tenderer.
Jean. I think ye’ve a real strange way o’ expressin’ yoursel’.
Hunt (to Jean). I can’t waste time on you, my girl. It’s now or never. Will you turn King’s evidence?
Jean. I think ye’ll have made a mistake, like.
Hunt. Well, I’m...! (Separating them.) (No, not yet; don’t push me.) George’s turn now. (To George.) George, I’ve a warrant in my pocket.
Smith. As per usual, Jerry?
Hunt. Now I want King’s evidence.
Smith. Ah! so you came a cropper with her, Jerry. Pride had a fall.
Hunt. A free pardon and fifty shiners down.