EDWIN. Why not?
MRS. P. Oh! Captain Plunger is a man of taste. He couldn’t possibly put up with any girl of that sort.
EDWIN. What sort?
MRS. P. Why, the sort of girl who is so very indiscriminate in the attention she receives. He has too great a scorn for such a character.
EDWIN. And yet I think at the Artillery Ball I saw him putting up with Ethel Darlington to the extent of half-a-dozen dances in succession. He contrives to hide his scorn uncommonly.
MRS. P. He would do. Captain Plunger is a perfect gentleman. He’d flirt with her, no doubt.
EDWIN. I’ve seen him.
MRS. P. He might even get engaged to her.
EDWIN. Indeed!