BLUNT (with a broad grin). That’s it, sir! If you’d only just let me knock you about for a round or two, I should feel like a man again!
JACK (aside). I rather like this! I do, by Jove! There’s some fun in having one’s head punched by one’s servant! (Aloud.) All right, old boy! you shall have satisfaction after your own fashion! Look out for some nice quiet spot, and in ten minutes’ time we’ll have it out; in the mean time, mum, not a word.
[BLUNT runs out at C., rubbing his hands in high glee.
JACK (after a pause). I’d better by half have stopped in China! I can’t stop here! I can’t look quietly on—probably with my eye bunged up—and see the woman I love married to a Dicky! No, no; I’ll pack up at once!
(MRS. TARLETAN and JESSIE have entered R. H. during the above.)
MRS. T. (overhearing). Pack up?
JACK. Yes, aunt. I’m off—good-by!
MRS. T. Off? Where—where?
JACK. I don’t know; somewhere or other—if not there, somewhere else. Good-by!
MRS. T. John Pepperpot, you are deceiving me! I want the truth! you hear, sir, the truth!