Mrs. Rapkin.
Me, sir? Let to a Asiatic! No,—nor wouldn't! Why, there was Rapkin's own sister-in-law let her droring-room floor to one. And—[darkly]—reason she 'ad to repent of it—for all his gold spectacles.
Horace.
[Relieved.] Ah, I thought you hadn't. [Sits on table.] Well, about the waiting to-night? I suppose I can depend on Rapkin for that, eh? Where is he?
Mrs. Rapkin.
Well, sir, not to deceive you, he ain't back yet from his Public—Libery as he calls it.
Horace.
Oh, that's what he calls it, eh?
Mrs. Rapkin.
Whatever he's took, sir, you may rely on him to 'and the dishes without 'aving no accidents.