Sandy
I like Sorel, though; she was jolly decent about it afterwards.
Jackie
I think she’s a cat.
Sandy
Why?
Jackie
Look at the way she lost her temper over that beastly game.
Sandy
All the same, she’s better than the others.
Jackie
That wouldn’t be very difficult.
Sandy
Hic!
Jackie
I beg your pardon?
Sandy
Abashed.
I say—I’ve got hiccups.
Jackie
Hold your breath.
Sandy
It was because I bolted my breakfast.
He holds his breath.