Joey. Yes; and pray, Mr. Valentine, what was your father?
Perf. My father, sir, was a gentleman.
Joey. A gentleman?
Perf. Yes.
Joey. Then how was it, Mr. Valentine, that he did not make a gentleman of you?
Perf. Joey, you are getting a little too personal. (turns to Freddy) Now, Freddy, what were you doing over the bridge last night?
Fred. I went over to see my girl.
Perf. And did you see her?
Fred. The old people would not let me into the house.