Fle. And you replied——
Jones. I blushed, sir, and answered that you did not, but that you intended to do so.
Fle. You did right, Jones. In future I will write only blank verse, and you shall blush no more.
Jones. If you will permit, sir, I will give you a subject.
Fle. Well, let us see what it is.
Jones. Would it not be something new and original to work up a servant whose sentiments are above his situation?
[Bell rings.
Fle. Some one rang.
Jones. I’ll attend to it, sir.
Fle. Go, then. (aside) What a life! what a life!