Enter Mrs. Bouncer, L. H. C.
Box & Cox. Is the little back second floor room ready?
Mrs. B. Not quite, gentlemen. I can’t find the pistols, but I have brought you a letter—it came by the General Post yesterday. I’m sure I don’t know how I forgot it, for I put it carefully in my pocket.
Cox. And you’ve kept it carefully in your pocket ever since?
Mrs. B. Yes, sir. I hope you’ll forgive me, sir. [Going.] By the bye, I paid twopence for it.
Cox. Did you? Then I do forgive you.
[Exit Mrs. B.
[Looking at letter.] “Margate.” The post-mark decidedly says “Margate.”
Box. Oh, doubtless a tender epistle from Penelope Ann.
Cox. Then read it, sir. [Handing letter to Box.]