Ed. (dropping into a chair). Not at the time.... Well, go on, ANGELINA; let's have it all. What next?
Ang. Next? Oh, next he told you you were the Champion Acrobat of the World, and you began to strike foolish attitudes, and turn great clumsy somersaults all over the stage, and you always came down on the flat of your back!
Ed. I thought I felt a trifle stiff. Somersaults, eh? Anything else? (With forced calm.)
Ang. I did think I should have died of shame when you danced?
Ed. Oh, I danced, did I? Hum—er—was I alone?
Ang. There were four other wretches dancing too, and you imitated a ballet. You were dressed up in an artificial wreath and a gug-gug-gauze skirt.
Ed. (collapsing). No?? I wasn't!... Heavens! What a bounder I must have looked! But I say, ANGIE, it was all right. I suppose? I mean to say I wasn't exactly vulgar, or that sort of thing, eh?
Ang. Not vulgar? Oh, EDWIN? I can only say I was truly thankful Mamma wasn't there!
Ed. (wincing). Now, don't, ANGELINA it's quite awful enough as it is. What beats me is how on earth I came to do it all.
Ang. You see, EDWIN, I wouldn't have minded so much if I had had the least idea you were like that.