Captain Wavertree:
You know, she's the dead spit of the little baggage I was sent down for in '98. Who is she?
Wavertree:
Elsa Craddock, Mrs.
Captain Wavertree:
Well, there's your opportunity, my boy. I've been waiting for you to cut a dash you know.
Wavertree:
Don't you worry, uncle - I'll soon be kicked out. I've been seeing quite a lot of her lately as a matter of fact.
Captain Wavertree:
Oh, then you do inherit something from me after all.
Wavertree:
Well, I'm hoping to.
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