Capt. G. I haven't smoked for ten days, and I won't now. (Takes cheroot
which M. has cut for him, and blows smoke through his nose luxuriously.)
We aren't going down the Mall, are we?
Capt. M. (Aside.) They're all alike in these stages. (Aloud.) No, my
Vestal.
We're going along the
quietest
road we can find.
Capt. G. Any chance of seeing Her?
Capt. M. Innocent! No! Come along, and, if you want me for the final
obsequies, don't cut my eye out with your stick.
Capt. G. (Spinning round.) I say, isn't She the dearest creature that
ever walked? What's the time? What comes after "wilt thou take this
woman"?
