Miss Mannerly. Very warm. What can I do for you?
Conv. Man. Wait a bit. Give a man time to get his breath ... phew! (In an injured tone.) Why, the mercury in this office of yours must be over eighty at least!
Miss Mannerly. I daresay ... you wanted——?
Conv. Man. Daresay! Haven't you got a thermometer—you can easily look for yourself!
Miss M. I'm afraid there isn't one. If you will tell me what you came for?
Conv. Man. Ah, you wouldn't be in such a hurry if I was a nice-looking young chap! You'd be ready enough to talk all day then—I know what you young ladies are like!
Miss M. Perhaps we are not all alike—and I really have no time to talk to anybody.
[Turns away and weighs a parcel for somebody else.
Conv. M. So that's the way you treat a civil remark, is it! I tell you what it is—you young women want taking down; a little showing up will do you good! Perhaps you haven't seen Punch lately? Well, you look out—I could give Punch some wrinkles if I liked! Ah, I thought that would make a change in you! What do I want? Well, 'pon my soul I forget what I came in for. I'll look in when you're in a better temper.
[Exit with the consciousness of having scored.