Ger. (rising hurriedly). Excuse me. I must go. It is very rude, but—William!
Enter COL. G.
Col. G. Yes, sir.
Ger. Fetch a hansom directly.
Col. G. Yes, sir. Exit.
Con. You do frighten me, Arthur! I am sure you are ill.
Ger. Not at all. I have an engagement.
Con. I must go then—must I?
Ger. Do not think me unkind?
Con. I will not think anything you would not have me think.