Cox. My intended? How can that be, sir? You proposed to her first!
Box. What of that, sir? I came to an untimely end, and you popped the question afterwards.
Cox. Very well, sir!
Box. Very well, sir!
Cox. You are much more worthy of her than I am, sir. Permit me, then, to follow the generous impulse of my nature—I give her up to you.
Box. Benevolent being! I wouldn’t rob you for the world! [Going.] Good morning, sir!
Cox. [Seizing him.] Stop!
Box. Unhand me, hatter! or I shall cast off the lamb and assume the lion!
Cox. Pooh!
[Snapping his fingers close to Box’s face.