THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN. Did you howl?

THE YOUNG LADY. Oh, something awful. Mr. Valentine: this is my
brother Phil. Phil: this is Mr. Valentine, our new dentist. (Valentine
and Phil bow to one another. She proceeds, all in one breath.) He's
only been here six weeks; and he's a bachelor. The house isn't his; and
the furniture is the landlord's; but the professional plant is hired.
He got my tooth out beautifully at the first go; and he and I are great
friends.

PHILIP. Been asking a lot of questions?

THE YOUNG LADY (as if incapable of doing such a thing). Oh, no.

PHILIP. Glad to hear it. (To Valentine.) So good of you not to
mind us, Mr. Valentine. The fact is, we've never been in England
before; and our mother tells us that the people here simply won't stand
us. Come and lunch with us. (Valentine, bewildered by the leaps and
bounds with which their acquaintanceship is proceeding, gasps; but he
has no opportunity of speaking, as the conversation of the twins is
swift and continuous.)

THE YOUNG LADY. Oh, do, Mr. Valentine.

PHILIP. At the Marine Hotel - half past one.

THE YOUNG LADY. We shall be able to tell mamma that a respectable
Englishman has promised to lunch with us.

PHILIP. Say no more, Mr. Valentine: you'll come.