JACK. Oh, confound it!—hang it!—dash it! (turning over leaves rapidly).
CHIRP. Breakfast at eight—a slice of bread, a cup of milk; that constitutes my heartiest meal. I then walk for an hour in the square; dine at six.
JACK (who has come down again). Another cup of milk? You ought to keep a cow, Chirper, in the square.
CHIRP. I then plunge into my favorite studies, till I retire to my pillow. Such is my life, madam.
JACK. And a very jolly one, too, I should say, Chirper.
CHIRP. Ladies, I must now request permission to retire. I am due at the Philotechnic Institution.
MRS. T. (to CHIRPER). You’ll return to luncheon, I hope?
JACK. Of course he will. (To CHIRPER.) Of course you will (thrusting CHIRPER’S hat and umbrella into his hands). I’ll see there’s an extra ha’porth of milk taken in for you (putting CHIRPER’S hat on his head).
[CHIRPER and JOGTROT bow to JESSIE and exeunt at C., MRS. TARLETAN going up stage with them.