Eglantine.. Perhaps she is not very proud of me, my dear Talon. It is possible.
[Harlequin flashes through the doorway and announces ...
Harlequin.. Sir George Rustic.
[It is Momus. Devil a doubt it is also our old friend, Clown.
Eglantine.. Welcome, my dear George, so soon again. We didn't part till six.
Clown.. Damned if we did. A rake-helly place is London to be sure, but after Somerset ... I tell 'ee, I likes it. I been home since, washed hands and face! No; washed hands ... not face. Then to White's for my chocolate, and picked up the latest smack of gossip ... the best there's been in weeks ... good enough to come along and tell 'ee. So here we be again.
Eglantine.. My attorney, Mr. Joseph Talon.
Clown.. Han't we met somewhere before?
Pantaloon.. It is possible, sir, but it must be a while ago.
Clown.. I seem to know 'ee. I've got an uncle called Joey.