Clar. Take the money back.
Lew. What the deuce!
Clar. (rises.) No deuce here! and--take off your hat when you stand in my presence, Monsieur Lewis.
Lew. (takes off his hat reluctantly.) I am--
Clar. The Deputy's footman, and I am the Deputy's father.
Lew. Aye, aye; Master Clarenbach, the--
Clar. The carpenter, citizen and master, trustee of the hospital, ad Sanctum Mauritium in this town, master in my own house and in my own room; here is the money. I am busy, good bye. (Sits down to his design.)
Lew. Very odd.
[Exit.
Clar. Odd? hem! aye, aye. Odd you are, both the master and the servant.