Imogen.
Ah!
Tom.
[Walking about, jauntily.] Ha!
Imogen.
[Seizing Sir William's hand.] Friend!
Sir William.
[Withdrawing his hand sharply.] I'll thank ye not to repeat that action, ma'am. But I—I have been slightly indisposed since I made your acqueentance in Clerkenwell; I find myself unable to sleep at night. [To Tom.] That comedy of yours—it buzzes continually in my head, sir.
Tom.
It was written with such an intention, Sir William—to buzz in people's heads.