COX. Dear me! I think I begin to have some slight perception of your meaning. Ingenious creature! You disappeared—the suit of clothes was found—
BOX. Exactly; and in one of the pockets of the coat, or the waistcoat, or the pantaloons—I forget which—there was also found a piece of paper, with these affecting farewell words: “This is thy work, oh, Penelope Ann!”
COX. Penelope Ann! (Starts up, takes BOX by the arm, and leads him slowly to front of stage.) Penelope Ann?
BOX. Penelope Ann!
COX. Originally widow of William Wiggins?
BOX. Widow of William Wiggins.
COX. Proprietor of bathing-machines?
BOX. Proprietor of bathing-machines!
COX. At Margate?
BOX. And Ramsgate!