COX. Immediately turn out that printer!
MRS. B. Well, but, gentlemen—
COX. Explain! (Pulling her round to him.)
BOX. Explain! (Pulling her round to him.) Whose room is this?
COX. Yes, woman—whose room is this?
BOX. Doesn’t it belong to me?
MRS. B. No!
COX. There! You hear, sir—it belongs to me!
MRS. B. No—it belongs to both of you! (sobbing).