(Retires.)
Twill. Of course! That’s Mr. Widgetts, my master; I’ll never deny him.
Wid. (Aside.) Then I’ve nothing for it but a bolt—out of my bedroom window.
(Rushes into chamber, R.; Mdlle. Cheri Bounce screams inside. Widgetts rushes out again followed by Mdlle. Cheri Bounce beating him with her umbrella.)
Cheri. Stop him! Don’t let him escape! He has murdered a woman.
Twill. Murdered a woman? Oh, the dirty blackguard, what a taste he had.
(Brown attempts to seize him, but Widgetts strikes his hat over his eyes, runs round the table, and runs to door, L., against which Twill has placed his back.)
Twill. (In a boxing attitude.) No, you don’t.
(Brown now collars him, and Cheri Bounce beats him with her umbrella.)
Brown. Ha, have I got you at last—(shaking him)—villain!