Hunker (without). Found ’em! No matter!
Twitters. A gentleman is come to stay with me, dear; and while he is here, we shall have so much business together that I have been thinking that it might be well for you to visit your kind grandmother.
Clara. But I don’t want to. Grandma has horrid things to eat. Who is this gentleman?
Twitters. You saw him here, this morning.
Clara. That horrid, dirty man!
Twitters. An old friend of my boyhood, Clara—a worthy man, whom the world has dog’s-eared by hard usage. I am superior to prejudice, but I cannot expect you to be.
Clara. I should hope not.
Twitters. So you had better go at once, dear. I’ll send your things. He is rough, I know, but he has a gentle, kind heart—
Hunker (without). I say, Twitters! Where are you? Damn you!
Twitters (calling). Here, sir. (To Clara.) Go away, dear, quickly.