(cuttingly) Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction. In their horseplay with Moll the romp to find the buckflea in her breeches they will deface a little statue you carried home in the rain for art for art' sake. They will violate the secrets of your bottom drawer. Pages will be torn from your handbook of astronomy to make them pipespills. And they will spit in your ten shillings brass fender from Hempton Leedom's.
Ten and six. The act of low scoundrels. Let me go. I will return. I will prove...