Cox. No, yours!
Box. Yours!
Together. Yours!
[Ten o’clock strikes—noise of an omnibus.
Box. Ha! What’s that? A cab’s drawn up at the door! [Running to window.] No—it’s a twopenny omnibus!
Cox. [Leaning over Box’s shoulder.] A lady’s got out—
Box. There’s no mistaking that majestic person—it’s Penelope Ann!
Cox. Your intended!
Box. Yours!