Box. If you come to that—who are you?
Cox. What do you want here, sir?
Box. If you come to that—what do you want?
Cox. [Aside.] It’s the printer! [Puts tea-things on the drawers.
Box. [Aside.] It’s the hatter! [Puts tea-things on table.
Cox. Go to your attic, sir—
Box. My attic, sir? Your attic, sir!
Cox. Printer, I shall do you a frightful injury, if you don’t instantly leave my apartment.
Box. Your apartment? You mean my apartment, you contemptible hatter, you!