I beg your pardon.

SOPHY.

Now what have you done? [_Wiping the water from his coat._] You clumsy
boy!

QUEX.

Thanks, thanks.

[_She commences operations upon his left hand. He is now thoroughly
entertained by her freedom and audacity._

SOPHY.

Ha, ha! do you know what _I_ maintain?

QUEX.

[_Laughing._] Upon my word, I dread to think.

SOPHY.

Why, that every man who looks younger than his years should be watched
by the police.

QUEX.