Pull yourself together, man! [He twists Rapkin sharply round.] Come, a little cold water on your head will soon bring you round.
Rapkin.
I'm comin' round. Don't see s'many arches already!
Mrs. Rapkin.
[Rushing in from arch on right of centre arch.] Oh, William, William! Come away at once!
Rapkin.
[Peacefully.] I'm aw'ri, M'rire!
Mrs. Rapkin.
[Seeing Horace's costume.] Oh, Mr. Ventimore, who's been and dressed you up like that? Why, it's 'ardly Christian! [To Rapkin.] Come away out of this 'orrible 'ouse, do!
Rapkin.