Harry. Don’t be too sure of that. I’ll get this debt off my mind. (Turns to door, meets Butts.)
Butts. Oh, here you are, here you are! I’ve been looking for you.
Harry. You’re always looking for somebody. What’s to pay now? Who do you want?
Butts. You, Harry Harlem: I’ve got a little business with you. The law has its eye on you.
Harry. Well, I’ve no objection, as long as it’s the eye, and not the hand.
Butts. But the hand follows the eye.
Harry. O pshaw! I’m in a hurry: if you have any business with me, speak out.
Butts. I’ve a little note against you, placed in my hands for collection by Capt. Pitman.
Harry. Capt. Pitman! In your hands?