“You are mistaken, Mr. Frenicol, we have nothing to truck.”

“Well, I understand you, you have some earrings, which you would desire to lose, so as that your husbands may find them in my shop.”

“Not that neither; pray, Sophia, inform him of the matter.”

“Frenicol,” continued Sophia, “we want two⁠—What, don’t you understand?”

“No, madam: how would you have me understand, when you say nothing?”

“ ’Tis,” said Sophia, “because when a woman is modest, it gives her pain to speak plain on certain things.”

“But yet,” replied Frenicol, “she must speak plain. I am a Toyman, not a Conjuror.”

“You must guess however.”