GENTLEMAN. I’ve found my ticket! I knew I should the moment I bought another. (Takes his seat. To the LADY). Where do you suppose it was?—you’ll never guess. In my purse, where I always put my tickets! Ha, ha, ha!
LADY (aside). He had a ticket, then?
GENTLEMAN. It is very kind of you to interest yourself in the misfortunes of a stranger (bowing).
LADY. Is it not natural?
GENTLEMAN. It seems to be so to you, madam (bowing again and moving a little towards LADY, who retreats).
LADY (aside). If I could only induce him to remove his travelling-cap—not that I should discover the slightest scar on his forehead—I should then be completely reassured. (Suddenly.) Pardon me—is not that a friend of yours bowing to you on the other platform? (indicating the audience).
GENTLEMAN. Bowing to me? where? (putting his hand to his cap).
LADY (pointing). There! (Aside.) Now for it!
GENTLEMAN (lowering his hand again without removing his cap). No, ma’am, I don’t know him; besides, he’s not bowing to me.
LADY (aside). That’s a failure!