Mrs. G. Oh, don't, don't! That's enough!—Well, what happened?
Capt. G. I couldn't get to my holster, and Mafflin came round the corner and stopped the performance.
Mrs. G. How? He's such a lazy man, I don't believe he did.
Capt. G. Don't you? I don't think the man had much doubt about it. Jack cut his head off.
Mrs. G. Cut-his-head-off! “With one blow,” as they say in the books?
Capt. G. I'm not sure. I was too interested in myself to know much about it. Anyhow, the head was off, and Jack was punching old Van Loo in the ribs to make him get up. Now you know all about it, dear, and now—
Mrs. G. You want me to go, of course. You never told me about this, though I've been married to you for ever so long; and you never would have told me if I hadn't found out; and you never do tell me anything about yourself, or what you do, or what you take an interest in.
Capt. G. Darling, I'm always with you, aren't I?
Mrs. G. Always in my pocket, you were going to say. I know you are; but you are always thinking away from me.
Capt. G. (Trying to hide a smile.) Am I? I wasn't aware of it. I'm awf'ly sorry.