Gadd.
[To Imogen, darkly.] Colpoys is not nearly as funny as he was last year. Everybody's saying so. We want a low-comedian badly.
[He retires, deposits his hat on the wig-block, and joins Telfer and Tom.]
Colpoys.
[Staggering to Imogen and throwing his arms about her neck.] Ah—h—h! after all these years!
Imogen.
[Pushing him away.] Do be careful of my things, Colpoys!
