Dol. Why do you come and arouse my sympathetic heart, and upset all my court business?
Hil. Can I do aught, sir?
Dol. No—yes—that is—shut up! Give me that dress! Now, you go back and don’t let that husband of yours suspect anything. [Puts on his hat, etc. Dollerclutch at desk, Hilda C.]
Hil. Are you going out, sir?
Dol. Hold your tongue! This is the way I prepare myself for court business; and there’s my nice lunch, too! [Stuffs baby dress in his bosom, leaving a part sticking out.] Now, go home and don’t bother me till you hear from me. I’m going to take the first train for Norfolk!
Enter Coriolanus at door C.
Cor. It’s time to go to court!
Dol. D—n the court! I’ll see this thing through. [He bolts for the C. door and upsets Coriolanus in his haste to get out. Exit through C. door.]
Cor. The court is sitting! [Coriolanus C., Hilda L. C. Whistle scene.]