Dol. [Aside.] There’s that confounded idiot again. Look at the grinning hyena.
Anas. Well, I never! The man must be crazy.
Dol. [Rising.] Madam! with your permission, I will crush the rascal. [Anastasia nods assent. Dollerclutch bounces him—they struggle off L. 2 E. Sound of broken glass. Dollerclutch returns, his clothes ruffled.] I guess I fixed him that time—I landed him in the hot-house.
Anas. [Admiringly.] I knew you were a brave man!
Dol. Well, I must say I am rather proud of my bravery. I was not named George Washington for nothing.
Enter Henry from cottage.
Hen. [Aside.] At last! [To Dollerclutch.] George Washington Dollerclutch, I beg to inform you that you are drafted. You will accompany me to headquarters.
Dol. [Terror-stricken.] Oh, Lord!
Enter Coriolanus, L. 2 E., face and hands cut—his clothes disordered. Anastasia R., Dollerclutch R. C., Henry C., Coriolanus L. C.