(Runs into chamber, R.)
Enter BROWN, L.
Brown. Where is she? Where’s Mademoiselle Cheri Bounce? I know she’s here.
Wid. I beg your pardon, she left here half an hour ago! I called the cab for her myself—a patent hansom, No. 749.
Brown. Where’s Widgetts, then? Where’s the villain Widgetts, the destroyer of my happiness?
Wid. My good fellow, don’t be outrageous! Mr. Widgetts is unfortunately absent—he’s gone to close the eyes of a dying uncle, and won’t be back to-night.
Enter TWILL, L.
Twill. Oh, please, sir, they wouldn’t admit the order at the Adelphi! (Sees Widgetts and bursts into a fit of laughter.) Ha, ha, ha, ha! Why surely this ain’t Guy Faux day, Mr. Widgetts?
Brown. Widgetts!
Cheri. (At door, R.) Widgetts?