NORTH.
And you have had a ducking!
SEWARD.
I have indeed. Plashed souse, head over heels, into one of the prettiest pools, from a slippery ledge some dozen feet above the sleeping beauty—were you both deaf that you did not hear me bawl?
NORTH.
I have a faint recollection of hearing something bray, but I suppose I thought it came from the Gipsies' Camp.
BULLER.
Are you wet?
SEWARD.
Come—come—Buller.