Hor. There he is, right on time. There’s sure to be a rumpus, and I’m bound to see the fun. [Exit, L.
Enter Clapboard, with a lighted candle, which he places on table, followed by Ebenezer.
Eben. Now, sir, I’ve caught you at your tricks! Why, he’s gone!
Clap. Why, you certainly didn’t expect to find him here.
Eben. I certainly did. Where is he?
Clap. He’s probably at Jobson’s, over the way. But he’ll be back soon. He’ll be delighted to see you.
Eben. Clapboard, you lie! you know he won’t.
Clap. Come, come, Mr. Crotchet, don’t insult a man in his own room.
Eben. ’Tis false! it’s my room; and you may take yourself out of it just as soon as you can!