Reef. Tricks, you lubber, give him the letter, and no more palaver. (going.)
Gil. Here—(Reef returns.) No—no matter—I thought you had left your civility behind you.
Reef. Umph!
[Exit. R.
Gil. I warrant me, that’s a fellow that never passes a rope maker’s shop without feeling a crick in the neck.
Enter Lucy. L.
Lucy. Oh, Gilbert!
Gil. How now, Miss Lucy, you seem a little frightened or so?
Lucy. Oh, no—not frightened, only hurried a little—is my uncle in the house?
Gil. Oh, yes—and has been asking for you these dozen times,—here by-the-by is a letter for—but mum—here comes master.