Lugg.
All right, my good girl, you run downstairs and fetch a drop of brandy and water.
Mr. Posket.
[Hurrying out.] Oh!
Lugg.
Now don’t take on so, sir. It’s what might happen to any married gentleman. Now, you’re all right now, sir. And I’ll hurry back to the Court to see whether they’ve sent for Mr. Bullamy.
Mr. Posket.
My wife! My wife!
Lugg.