Enter Coriolanus, D. R. 4 E., bowing in Hilda.
Dol. [Aside, looking at Hilda.] H’m! No money in her case. I’ll have nothing to do with it!
Cor. [At D. R. 4 E.] My mission I’ve fulfilled; your pleasure I await.
Dol. [To Coriolanus.] Get out! Didn’t I tell you not to let me be disturbed before court?
Cor. I’ll make an honorable retreat. [Exit D. R. 4 E.]
Hil. [C.] I beg your pardon, sir! Are you not Mr. Dollerclutch, the lawyer?
Dol. Now, ain’t you ashamed of yourself hanging around a gentleman’s door and carrying on in such an outlandish manner, when I’m so busy, eh?
Hil. I am very sorry, sir, but—but—
Dol. But what?