Mrs. G. That's nothing. Any one would do that. They cou--couldn'thelp
it.
Capt. G. Pussy, you'll make me horribly conceited. Just when I was
beginning to feel so humble, too.
Mrs. G. Humble! I don't believe it's in your character.
Capt. G.
What do you know of my character,
Impertinence?
Mrs. G. Ah, but I shall, shan't I, Phil? I shall have time in all the
years and years to come, to know everything about you; and there will be
no secrets between us.
Capt. G. Little witch! I believe you know me thoroughly already.
