Mr. W. Venture! Fail! What do you mean? I certainly gave my consent, but you said it was a "dead" certainty.
Fer. And so it will be, in one way or the other, a dead certainty.
Mr. W. Great Heaven! Then do you mean to tell me that you think it possible that you may be unable to thaw my wife?
Fer. Well, yes, it's on the cards.
Mr. W. You're very cool over it.
Fer. So's she; that's the beauty of the system.
Mr. W. But what shall I do?
Fer. Keep her frozen, and finish your wine. Bless your soul, uncle, I'll see you through it.
Mr. W. Yes, yes, Ferdinand, you will, I am sure of it. If there should be any trouble, you'll see me through it.
Fer. Oh, I didn't mean that—I meant I'd see you through your wine. Your health, uncle. (Drinks.)