[Exit, half laughing, half crying.]
SCENE III.—A Street.
(Davenport, solus.)
DAVENPORT Thus far have I secured my charming prize. I can appretiate, while I lament, the delicacy which makes her refuse the protection of my sister's roof. But who comes here?
(Enter Pendulous, agitated.) It must be he. That fretful animal motion—that face working up and down with uneasy sensibility, like new yeast. Jack—Jack Pendulous!
PENDULOUS
It is your old friend, and very miserable.
DAVENPORT Vapours, Jack. I have not known you fifteen years to have to guess at your complaint. Why, they troubled you at school. Do you remember when you had to speak the speech of Buckingham, where he is going to execution?
PENDULOUS
Execution!—he has certainly heard it. (Aside.)
DAVENPORT
What a pucker you were in overnight!
PENDULOUS May be so, may be so, Mr. Davenport. That was an imaginary scene. I have had real troubles since.