Charles. Why, I never thought of looking, sir. If it had occurred to me that you’d have liked to know—
Twitters. 38 7-8! Three per cent. rise! I’m six thousand in pocket! (With a sigh.) You’re a lucky dog, Charles; you don’t tremble whenever you look at a stock-list.
Charles. No, sir; I don’t seem to look at one, often. (Nervous.) You’re surprised to see me at this hour, I suppose?
Twitters. Hadn’t been—but now you mention it, I am.
Charles. You see, I happened in at the post-office, and I saw your mail, and I thought that you might like to have me leave it at your house on my way home.
Twitters (laughing). You’re a sly dog, Charles. What time do I go to town?
Charles. Why, 9-20 I ’spose, sir.
Twitters (pointing to watch). At this moment it’s 9-25, you young rascal, and you have the impudence to say that you came to see me. (Enter Mary Jane.)
Mary Jane. Did you ring, sir?
Twitters. Yes. Take this letter to the post, and look sharp (handing letter which he has written); and, I say, tell Miss Clara that there’s a gentleman here that wants to see her. (Exit Mary Jane.)