Twiggs. They are both tall.
Topp. And good looking!
Twiggs. (With slight bow.) Our family is noted, sir, for the comeliness of it’s female members.
Topp. Her smile is simply enthralling!
Twiggs. Exactly! But allow me to remark that you are a single man and do not know the power of the female smile as a social lever, especially when a new bonnet or a new gown is its focal point. You must try again, sir.
Topp. (Hesitates.) Her eye is like the gazelle’s.
Twiggs. Gad, sir, yours is a bad case. Allow me to suggest that you name the color of the aforesaid optic, or better still the color of her hair? By the way have you a lock of her hair?
Topp. A lock of her hair on one day’s acquaintance! (Remonstrates.) Oh, sir, you wrong your child.
Twiggs. Excuse me, no offense, but a plain old father like me can’t be supposed to keep tally on all the innings of an affair like this.
Topp. No, of course not.