Matt. Hold on a (hic) minute, Roy. Who’s the chap with the whip?
Roy (C.). Mr. Marcus Graves.
Matt. ’Scuse me (hic), what did you say his name was? Oh! Mr. Tombs. We’ve met before.
Mar (R.). Yes, once before to-day, when I tossed you a quarter. Sorry you made such bad use of it.
Matt. So am I (fiercely). I wish I had turned and flung it in your face.
Mar. Sir.
Roy. Matt.
Matt. He struck me, Roy——me, an old soldier of the (hic) republic. ’Sgraceful. I’m going to pay off that score. We met once——before this day.
Mar. I never saw your face before.
Matt. Indeed. (Hic.) My face is one to be remembered.