Imogen.
[To Gadd.] Hush!
Telfer.
The first toast that figures 'ere is, naturally, that of The Queen. [Laying his hand on Arthur's shoulder.] With my young friend's chariot at the door, his horses pawing restlessly and fretfully upon the stones, I am prevented from enlarging, from expatiating, upon the merits of this toast. Suffice it, both Mrs. Telfer and I have had the honor of acting before Her Majesty upon no less than two occasions.
Gadd.
[To Imogen.] Tsch, tsch, tsch! an old story!
Telfer.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you—[to Colpoys]—the malt is with you, Mr. Colpoys.
Colpoys.
[Handing the ale to Telfer.] Here you are, Telfer.