Pete. (going) Yes, sah. An' I'll gib her a message or two dat yo' didn't send her.
Wheeler. (angrily) What's that? Off with you! I shall inform Mrs. Thornton of your insolence as soon as I see her.
Pete. Don't worry yo'self. I'll see her 'fore yo' will. (laughs and exit, gate C. Goes L.)
Wheeler. (angrily) Confound that piece of ebony! He's enough to irritate a saint. He's been petted by the whole household until he has become worse than a spoiled child. Just wait—(Pete re-appears softly at gate C., and listens) until Helen and I are married, and I'm his master. I'll teach that grinning jackanapes his true position. (Pete shakes his fist at Wheeler, and runs off L., smiling) Why doesn't Daisy come? I must regain possession of that charm and note, otherwise I may have trouble in accounting for their presence wherever they may be. Hang my carelessness!
Enter Graef, R. U. E.; passes through gate and goes down C.
Wheeler. (advances and playfully slaps Graef on left shoulder) Graef, old boy, how are you? I was just thinking about you, and regretting that you had got yourself into trouble.
Graef. To what do you refer?
Wheeler. (lightly) To that little affair at your aunt's house last night.
Graef. Then you have heard about it?