Greenbax. Yes. It was a pretty good shake.
Wiggins. My man will be more careful in future. (Gives him phial.)
Greenbax. Shall I take this?
Wiggins. Yes, morning and night.
Greenbax. Oh, no! I wont get tight. I belong to the temperance society. Good-by. (Exit, L.)
Wiggins. There’s one disposed of. Who’s the next, Dennis?
Dennis. Mr. Aspen, the shaky gintleman.
Wiggins. Oh, yes! Show him in, Dennis. (Exit Dennis, L.) My nervous patient; we must shake him up a little. (Re-enter Dennis with Aspen, who is very nervous; drops first his hat, in picking that up drops his cane, and then his gloves (to be continued). Wiggins takes his seat at back of table. Dennis sits R. of table, and during the scene with Aspen flourishes the carving-knife, scrapes it on the table, etc., to frighten Aspen.)
Wiggins. Good-morning, Mr. Aspen. Take a seat. How do you feel this morning?