Sail. D. Excuse me, it was really quite an accident.
Sold. D. (savagely). Such clumsiness would irritate a saint!
[Stabs Sailor Doll.
Miss J. and P. (imploringly). Oh, stop! the sight of sawdust turns us faint!
[They drop into chairs, swooning.
The Sailor D. I'll pay you out for that!
[Stabs Soldier D.
Sold. D. Right through you've poked me!
Sailor D. So you have me!
Sold. D. You shouldn't have provoked me!