Bertie. I cawn’t, weally, till I’ve found out something I’m dying to know.
Mary. Well, did you ever! Wont go, eh! I shall have to throw you out. (Business of pushing up sleeves.)
Bertie. (Starting.) I declare, she’s going to wesoht to violence. I saiey now! (Mary takes Bertie by shoulders and is rushing him toward door. He drops cane, eye-glass, etc. Makes a feeble effort to resist.)
Mary. I’ll show you how to go, you insolent cub!
Bertie. (Manages to turn round.) Oh, I saiey now. Don’t be hasty, you know I—I—(gets coin from pocket and slips it in her hand.) I only wanted to ask a question, then I’ll go.
Mary. (Looks at coin and changes tone instantly.) Why didn’t you say so at first. We may be detected. Who are you?
Bertie. Bertie Howell, there’s my cahd!
Mary. Very well, Mr. Howell. Your business?
Bertie. You were so thweatening, don’t you know. You quite alahmed me. You look so musculah, don’t you know.
Mary. Cut that. Time is precious.