Tomp. (eyeing Dunn) No, I don’t see that you do!
Dunn. (C.) But I am—we all are—this is Uncle Tom’s Cabin; I’m Uncle Tom, and Helen Griffin is my Legree. (crosses L. of table) But provided with such a weapon, I could rear the standard of revolt and free our beloved home.
Dunn L. of table with decanter; Tompkins follows Dunn to R. of table.
Tomp. The intelligence shall be yours, (sits R. of table)
Dunn. The few of my own people that are left, I never see, never hear of. My own dear little sister Mabel has never been asked to visit us. The Griffin has never fixed her Basilisk eye on her, and apparently doesn’t want to.
Tomp. The attendant ills of married life! Ah! The women will never victimize me.
They drink.
Dunn. (sitting L. of table) Ah Tompkins! Don’t be too sure of that. You never know what it is that gives you indigestion, but you get it just the same.
Tomp. I shall never marry, if you mean that; I would not marry a modern, and I’m not likely to meet with an Antique.