I would reconsider my bill, but they're waiting for my Orlando, waiting for it—
[Colpoys enters—an insignificant, wizen little fellow who is unable to forget that he is a low-comedian. He stands L., squinting hideously at Imogen and indulging in extravagant gestures of endearment, while she continues her conversation with Gadd.]
Colpoys.
[Failing to attract her attention.] My love! my life!
Imogen.
[Nodding to him indifferently.] Good-afternoon, Augustus.
Colpoys.
[Ridiculously.] She speaks! she hears me!
Ablett.
[Holding his glove before his mouth, convulsed with laughter.] Ho, ho! oh, Mr. Colpoys! oh, reelly, sir! ho, dear!