SWEET. Ah! sir! do you dare to answer me, you scoundrel! Leave the room, sir, or I’ll kick you down stairs!
STEPH. (aside, putting down the hat) Master’s mad—I wasn’t doing anything with the hat.
Exit, C. L.
SWEET. Well, why don’t we go?
MRS. SWEET. We none of us seem very well inclined to do that.
SWEET. Why not! I never felt more disposed to go out in my life! I am in extacies at the thought of it: so is Short.
SHORT. (lugubriously) Very much so, indeed, Sweet.
SWEET. (looking at his wife) Short and I it is true are no great hands at flirting with the ladies, but we can look on and see others doing so!
SHORT. (aside—pulling him by the sleeve) Sweet! Sweet!