Mift. (excitedly) I will not! (crosses C., Dunn running L.) I will send for an officer. I will demand my clothes—I cannot pack my dress while it is on the back of that person.
Going hurriedly R. and exits R. U. E.
Corn. (following her up) No! have it off! have it off! Send for the police.
Dunn. (L. C.) Do you know you’re spreading insubordination, Cornelius Griffin, and breeding contempt for me; the constituted authority of this house?
Corn. (returning C.) I can’t help that, Peter, I must stand up for the innocent and oppressed.
Dunn. (C.) Must you! How long has this wave of virtuous indignation been raging along your seaboard?
Corn. (R. C.) For several minutes! Aroused by the vile treatment of poor little Mifton; it was contemptible to seize her trunk and pick the lock. (goes R.)
Dunn. (following Corney closely) I did not. I only picked the key; and it was only by the merest chance that it fitted.
Corn. (backing Dunn to C.) But you have the nerve to utilize the contents of the said trunk to deck out your precious beauty!
Crosses to L. H.