The Noble Lord

SHE. (Scornfully) What dealings can there be between us?

HE. Did you hear the whistling a minute ago?

SHE. Well?

HE. (With meaning) That's Brookfield.

SHE. (After a pause) Well?

HE. The path leads here. He is following the path----

SHE. (After still another pause) Well?

HE. You and I might be very good friends----

SHE. (Thoughtfully) Oh, you mean----

HE. A valet is not paid very well----

SHE. No. . . . Still----

SHE. If anything comes of it----

SHE. (Slowly) Comes of what?

HE. You understand me. (He pauses; smiles. Then, in a Mephistophelian manner): Your clothes are still wet, aren't they?

SHE. (With full comprehension) Yes----

HE. Enough said! (The whistle is heard, close at hand.) Quick!

SHE. (Going off) You won't tell? (He shakes his head.) I'll remember you.