Box. An insult! to my very face—under my very nose! [Rubbing it.] You know the consequences, sir—instant satisfaction, sir!
Cox. With all my heart, sir!
[They go to the fire-place, R., and begin ringing bells violently, and pull down bell-pulls.
Both. Mrs. Bouncer! Mrs. Bouncer!
Mrs. Bouncer runs in, L. C.
Mrs. B. What is it, gentlemen?
Box. Pistols for two!
Mrs. B. Yes, sir
[Going.
Cox. Stop! You don’t mean to say, thoughtless and imprudent woman, that you keep loaded fire-arms in the house?