Mr. Wh. I don't see how we're going to act a plant with only one seed-lobe myself—and then the syllables—"mon"—"oh"—"cot"—"till"—we shouldn't get done before midnight, you know!
Prof. Pollen (With mild pique). Well, I merely threw it out as a suggestion. I thought it could have been made amusing. No doubt I was wrong; no doubt.
Mr. Settee (nervously). I've thought of a word. How would—er—"Familiar" do?
Mr. Wh. (severely). Now, really. SETTEE, do try not to footle like this! [Mr. SETTEE subsides amidst general disapproval.
Mr. Flinders. (With a flash of genius). I've got it—Gamboge!
Mr. Wh. Gamboge, eh? Let's see how that would work:—"Gam"—"booge." How do you see it yourself?
[Mr. FLINDERS discovers, on reflection, that he doesn't see it, and the suggestion is allowed to drop.
Miss Pelagia Rhys. I've an idea. Familiar! "Fame"—"ill"—"liar," you know. [Chorus of applause.
Mr. Wh. Capital! The very thing—congratulate you, Miss RHYS!
Mr. Settee (sotto voce). But I say, look here, I suggested that, you know, and you said—!