Topp. Stay, I have an idea.
Twiggs. (Aside.) Returning reason. (To T.) Let’s have it.
Topp. She knows.
Twiggs. Of course, why didn’t we think of that sooner.
Topp. (Laughs.) Certainly! She knew it before I did, the sly puss.
Twiggs. But hold on! What if she won’t tell? Don’t you think it would be rather embarrassing for the lady to speak her mind first?
Topp. Quite right you are. Now I have it, I’ll describe her.
Twiggs. That is a practical idea.
Topp. She is tall.