HATCH:
Oh, anything to oblige a lady.
(Threateningly.)
But no tricks, now!

ALICE:
Oh, I can't promise that, because I mightn't be able to keep my
promise.

(HATCH brings silver knives and forks from the bag.)

HATCH:
I'll risk all the tricks you know. Nobody's got much the better of
me in the last twenty years.

ALICE:
Have you been a burglar twenty years? You must have begun very
young. I can't see your face very well, but I shouldn't say you
were--over forty. Do take that mask off. It looks so--unsociable.
Don't be afraid of me. I've a perfectly shocking memory for faces.
Now, I'm sure that under that unbecoming and terrifying exterior
you are hiding a kind and fatherly countenance. Am I right?
(Laughs.)
Why do you wear it?

HATCH:
(roughly)
To keep my face warm.

ALICE: