Box. [Seats himself—Cox does the same.] I say, sir——
Cox. Well, sir?
Box. Although we are doomed to occupy the same room for a few hours longer, I don’t see any necessity for our cutting each other’s throats, sir.
Cox. Not at all. It’s an operation that I should decidedly object to.
Box. And, after all, I’ve no violent animosity to you, sir.
Cox. Nor have I any rooted antipathy to you, sir.
Box. Besides, it was all Mrs. Bouncer’s fault, sir.
Cox. Entirely, sir. [Gradually approaching chairs.]
Box. Very well, sir!