Doctor. Never mind her! what is this crime?
Butts. O Dr. Harlem. Dr. Harlem!
Doctor. Mr. Butts, will you be kind enough to explain yourself in as few words as possible? These ejaculations of yours may be pleasing to you, but I do not enjoy them.
Butts. Dr. Harlem, I am an officer of the law. It is my proud boast, that I am one of the supporters of the scale of justice,—that scale which—
Doctor. Stop, Mr. Butts. If you have come here to deliver an oration on justice, you’ll excuse me, as I have far more important matters to occupy my attention.
Butts. Dr. Harlem, I have a tender heart, and the sight of misery is terrible to me.
Doctor. What’s that to do with me?
Butts. Doctor, compose yourself, imitate my stoicalness. You are a father— (Dilly rushes in, C.)
Dilly. Oh, such a race! they’re half-way across the lake, and Harry’s ahead, Harry’s ahead! (Rushes out, C.)
Butts. Plague take that girl!