KATE. [Unwithered.] Think of it!
SIR HARRY. After going through worse straits, I'll be bound.
KATE. [With some grim memories.] Much worse straits.
SIR HARRY. [Alas, laughing coarsely.] My congratulations!
KATE. Thank you, Harry.
SIR HARRY. [Who is annoyed, as any man would be, not to find her abject.] Eh? What was that you called me, madam?
KATE. Isn't it Harry? On my soul, I almost forget.
SIR HARRY. It isn't Harry to you. My name is Sims, if you please.
KATE. Yes, I had not forgotten that. It was my name, too, you see.
SIR HARRY. [In his best manner.] It was your name till you forfeited the right to bear it.