Cad. No, no!—Not there!—Oh, my hip!
Jel. What, here? (Rubs his hip.)
Cad. No, no!—higher—higher! Oh, my side!
Jel. What, here? (Rubs his side.)
Cad. No!—lower!
Jel. Here? (Rubbing.)
Cad. No!—higher!—Oh, my chest!—my stomach! Oh dear!—oh dear!
Jel. Are you better now, my dear sir?
Cad. Oh dear! oh! I do believe that I shall die! I’ve been a very wicked man, I’m afraid.
Jel. Don’t say so, Mr Cadaverous. Every one but your nephews and nieces say that you are the best man in the world.