Crusty. I know he has!
Heavy. You know he has? You are a pretty man,—you are! perhaps you aided and abetted him. How should you like it if it was your daughter, instead of old Crusty’s?
Crusty. (Starting up.) My daughter?
Simper. Old Cwusty’s daughtaw?
(They both start up, and speak together. Crusty has one side of face shaved clean of whiskers, the other untouched. Simper has one of his whiskers and half of his mustache gone; they sit, and look at each other. Heavyface between, Zeb, L., and Mike, R.)
Heavy. Well, you’re a pair of beauties,—you are!
Simper. Old Cwusty here—as I’m alive! it’s all up with me. (Zeb hands him mirror.)
Crusty. My daughter! I see it all! What a confounded fool I’ve been! gone and helped that Tonsor to run off with my daughter. It’s horrible! I shall be the laughing-stock of the whole village!
Simper. (Looking in mirror.) Good gwacious! horwible! what do I see! my whiskaws and my beautiful mustache totally wuined! totally wuined!
Crusty. After all the money I have spent for her education!