Dennis. Because he’s raving about the doctor, and swearing he’ll have his life.
Wiggins. Oh, horror! What’s to be done? Oh, that infernal Elixir!
Charles (outside, L.). Where is he? Where is the destroyer of my peace?
Wiggins. Here comes the madman. (Gets R. Dennis runs behind the table, seizing the carving-knife. Major Fingers crawls under the table with the lunch. Enter Charles, L., in pantaloons and white shirt, with a sheet draped about his body. A wreath of straw “à la King Lear” on his head, his face whitened.)
Charles (gesticulating wildly). There he is! Grinning demon, why do you defy me? (makes a dash at Wiggins, who escapes to L.)
Wiggins. Please, sir, I don’t know. I am an unfortunate man.
Charles. Liar! You have robbed me of that which time can never restore.
Dennis. Somebody’s stole his watch.
Charles. Villain, destroyer of my peace, vile caitiff, thou must die! I will have thy heart’s blood. (Makes another dash at Wiggins, who escapes to R.)
Wiggins. Here’s another wants blood, blood, blood!