GREEN. Bones! I have no bones. I’m all iron—adamant. I’ll find this villain—this unknown destroyer of my peace. Who is he? what is he?
BETSY. Here he is, sir, to answer for himself.
GREEN. Hoh!
Enter MRS. GREENFINCH, L. 2 E., dressed in fashionable male attire.
MRS. G. What’s the demmed row here? Who is this person who has been exciting himself so enormously?
BETSY. I’m sure I don’t know, sir; but he seems to be a gent who has been putting himself in the way that gentlemen wish to be who love their wine.
GREEN. (aside) I’ll be calm, but infernally severe. He-hem! Sir, I beg your pardon, but—ha, ha, ha! ha, ha, ha! it strikes me that you’ve been in my wife’s room. (points to room).
MRS. G. Your wife’s?—ha, ha, ha!
GREEN. I repeat, my wife’s—that lady in there is my wife.
| MRS. G. BETSY. | } | Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! |