(Carlos sticks his head into window.)
Carlos. Yes, darn you, you shot a calf! But Buffalo Bill, our black bull, tossed you over the fence in no time. Ho, ho, ho! You’re a sportsman, you are!
[Exit C.
Dolby. Charley, I guess I’ll go home. I’ve lost my net, my rod, and my gun; and if your game are as active as your friend Buffalo William, I’d rather not be hunting, thank you.
Charles. Do you recognize that note, Dolby? (Gives note.)
Dolby. O, Lord, it’s! coming! Here’s a pretty day’s sport! That note? O, yes. That note is—
Charles. From my wife, I believe.
Dolby. O, heavens, it’s all over! Charley, ’pon my word, I hadn’t the least idea that Rosa Bean was your wife. If I had—
Charles. Silence! (Snatches note from Dolby, and runs to C.) And you, madam, what have you to say to it? (Gives note to Mrs. C.)
(Enter Nelly, C.)