Peer.
Ay, ay, that’s true. All my brain’s awhirl.
You are——?
The Button-moulder.
Why, I told you—a button-moulder.
Peer.
I see! A pet child has many nicknames.
So that’s it, Peer; it is there you’re to harbour
But these, my good man, are most unfair proceedings!
I’m sure I deserve better treatment than this;—