VAN. Well, sir, you have the advantage of me. To whom have I the honour of speaking?
AUGUS. Before I answer that question, I must know what right you have to ask it.
VAN. This is mere evasion, sir. I must request the favour of your name. I have no wish to be personal, but, really, there are so many vagabonds going about now—
AUGUS. (taking him up) Exactly, that’s just it; what you say is so perfectly true, that I don’t feel safe with you, although I am in my own lodgings.
VAN. What do you mean by presuming to call these lodgings yours. (aside) A horrible suspicion! (aloud) Who are you, sir? I insist upon knowing your name this instant!
AUGUS. (alarmed) Bobbins, sir, Bobbins!
VAN. (starting) Ah, you villain!
AUGUS. Why do you insult me like this?
VAN. (going close to him) I’m her husband!
AUGUS. What the devil do you mean? Whose husband?