Criddle enters triumphantly with the hospital box which is very mouldy and dusty—he has also duster in his hand.
Criddle. I've found him, sir—
Criddle. Oh, we'll soon put that to rights, sir.
[Begins to dust the box carefully.
Matt. Looks well for your household discipline here, Harry.
Harry. How?
Matt. You've had no occasion to use him lately.
Criddle. [Displaying the box, having carefully dusted it.] There he is, sir, Hospital for Incurables! Nearly as good as new.
Matt. Where did you find him?