Dunn. Eh! Oh no! This is another one, she’s not the same—that is a different one to the other. There are lots of them at this time of year; the woods are full of ’em.
Inn. Of what?
Dunn. Miftons! (going across R.) I’m getting so muddled, I have to send a telegram—I’ll explain as we go. Give me your arm. (going up C. arm in arm) I’m bilious—I mean I’m weak this morning. I—oh this deception—there’s no money in it.
Enter Beatrice C. from R., as Dunn and Innings are going up.
Inn. Good morning, Miss Sillocks!
Dunn. Good morning, Bea. Have you stepped in to see Hattie? (calls) Hattie! Hattie! (turning round with Innings on his arm) You’ll find her in the Telegraph office—back in a jiffey! Where are you Innings? (turning) Oh, there you are. Come along!
Dunn exits with Innings C. and R.
Bea. (down R.) Something has excited him.
Hattie enters L. D.