He (breathlessly). Ah! There's the rank. There's just one cab there. How awful if it were to be taken before he saw us. Run like Heaven.
I (running like Heaven). I think I'll leave you here.
He (running still more like Heaven, a little ahead). Oh no, come on. I want to hear about those tailors. Hi! Hi! Wave your stick like Heaven!
[We both wave our sticks like Heaven.
He (subsiding into a walk). Ah! it's all right. He's seen us. (Taking out his watch) I've got four minutes. We shall just do it. Good-bye.
[He leaps into the cab and I turn away wondering where I shall get lunch.
He (shouting from window). Let me know about those tailors some day; if they're any good, you know.
"ARE YE WOUNDED, TERENCE?"