Box. I’ll go to law!

Cox. So will I!

Box. Stop—a thought strikes me. Instead of going to law about the property, suppose we divide it.

Cox. Equally?

Box. Equally. I’ll take two thirds.

Cox. That’s fair enough—and I’ll take three-fourths.

Box. That won’t do. Half and half!

Cox. Agreed! There’s my hand upon it——

Box. And mine.

[About to shake hands—a Postman’s knock heard at street door.