Doctor. But, Butts, listen to me. (Takes Butts, R., and they talk together earnestly.)
Harry. (L.) Oh, this is too much! Must I be arraigned as a criminal?
Dilly. Why don’t you run away? I would.
Harry. Thank you for the hint, Dilly.
Dilly. Your boat’s down at the foot of the garden.
Harry. And, if I strike across, I can reach the road. Ah, Dilly! yours is a wise little head. Bob, here. (Bob crosses R.) Can I depend upon you? Will you stick by me?
Bob. Like a poor man’s plaster. It’s just my luck!
Harry. Then meet me in half an hour at the big oak by Jones’s lot.
Bob. I’ll be there.