MRS. G. Exactly, my good fellow; I shall dispose of you immediately—my pistols are in the next room. (going)
GREEN. Stop! We must fight in this apartment.
MRS. G. Here? oh, very well. If you prefer being shot on the premises—I can have no objection.
GREEN. One word more! the sight of a pistol affects my nerves—we must fight in the dark!
MRS. G. In the dark! Who ever heard of a duel in the dark? why we may fight till morning and I may never be able to hit you.
GREEN. That’s precisely what I wish; if we fight it must be in the dark.
MRS. G. Well, if you make it a point, I shan’t dispute it with you, as I dare say I shall be able to pick you out somehow—I’ll step in for my pistols.
Exit into room, 2 E. L.
GREEN. Hah! bravo! I’ve caught him. Stratagems are all fair in love and fighting, and as this fellow means to shoot me, it’s my business to prevent him if I can; so I’ll get behind the stove there, and then he may blaze away as long as he likes. I’ll shut the windows and be ready for him. (goes to window at back; closes the shutters; draws the curtains, and blows out the remaining candle; stage dark; while he is doing so, enter, 2 E. L., MRS. G. with BETSY, who carries a brace of pistols)
BETSY. (apart to MRS. G.) Here are the pistols, ma’am. (gives them to MRS. G.)