Charles. O, yes; Dolby—clever fellow. You’ve never met him, Nelly?
Nelly. No. I’ve often heard you speak of him, and feel inclined to like him.
Charles. I know you will, Nelly. Now let’s have something nice for dinner, in honor of our guest; something extra, you know.
Nelly. I’ll look after the dinner. When he comes, we shall have something extra. [Exit R.
Charles. She’s a nice girl. I hope Dixie will like her. To think of his coming down here to see me a married man. Why, I should almost as soon expect, Uncle Bobstay to walk in at my door.
(Enter C. Bobstay. He has a black wig and black whiskers.)
Bobstay (at door). Avast there! Are the decks, clear? Sh—
Charles. Hallo! Who have we here? Come in.
Bobstay (comes down R.). All right, my hearty. When a messmate’s going down in the briny—for the last time, mind—what do we do? Why, we extends a helping hand, and grabs him by the hair of the head, don’t we?
Charles. That is the first impulse—unless he’s bald.