Charles. Now to get that confounded Bobstay out of the way (goes towards door R.).
(Enter Nelly, R. 1 E.)
Nelly. Charley, what do you want in my room?
Charles. O, nothing—that is—I was looking for you.
Nelly. And having found me—
Charles. I want you to advise me. Read that. (Gives note.)
Nelly (aside). Nobody can do it better than I (reads). Well, Charley?
Charles. Well, Charley. No, ill Charley; a decidedly badly-used Charley. Do you know that photograph?
Nelly. It’s our Jenny.
Charles. Our Jenny! And it’s sent to my friend Dolby. I’ll murder him!