COX. Printer, I shall do you a frightful injury if you don’t instantly leave my apartment.
BOX. Your apartment? You mean my apartment, you contemptible hatter, you!
COX. Your apartment? Ha! ha!—come, I like that! Look here, sir. (Produces a paper out of his pocket.) Mrs. Bouncer’s receipt for the last week’s rent, sir—
BOX (produces a paper, and holds it close to COX’S face). Ditto, sir!
COX (suddenly shouting). Thieves!
BOX. Murder!
BOTH. Mrs. Bouncer! (Each runs to door, L. C., calling.)
MRS. BOUNCER runs in at door, L. C.
MRS. B. What is the matter? (COX and BOX seize MRS. BOUNCER by the arm and drag her forward.)
BOX. Instantly remove that hatter!