Bradley. But--

Barlow. No buts, my dear boy. You just stay where you are.
Yardsley's right. It would be an awful grind on you if this ever
became known. Bob can fix it up in two minutes with the captain, and
Mrs. Bradley can come right back with him. Besides, he can get there
in five minutes on his wheel. It will take you twenty on the cars.

Yardsley. Precisely. Meanwhile, Brad, you'd better learn to ride
the wheel, so that Mrs. B. won't have to ride alone. This ought to
be a lesson to you.

Perkins. Bully idea (rubbing his ankle). You can use my wheel to-
night--I--I think I've had enough for the present. (Aside.) The
pavements aren't soft enough for me; and, O Lord! what a stony curb
that was!

Bradley. I never thought I'd get so low.

Yardsley. Well, it seems to me that a man with a wife in jail
needn't be too stuck up to ride a bicycle. But--by-by--I'm off.
[Exit.

Mrs. Perkins. Poor Emma--out for freedom, and lands in jail. What
horrid things policemen are, to arrest a woman!

Bradley (indignantly). Served her right! If women won't obey the
law they ought to be arrested, the same as men. If she wasn't my
wife, I'd like to see her sent up for ten years or even twenty years.