BOX. Unhand me, hatter! or I shall cast off the lamb and assume the lion!
COX. Pooh! (snapping his fingers close to BOX’S face).
BOX. An insult! to my very face!—under my very nose! (rubbing it). You know the consequences, sir—instant satisfaction, sir!
COX. With all my heart, sir! (They go to the fireplace, R., and begin ringing bells violently, and pull down bell-pulls.)
BOTH. Mrs. Bouncer! Mrs. Bouncer!
[MRS. BOUNCER runs in, L. C.
MRS. B. What is it, gentlemen?
BOX. Pistols for two!
MRS. B. Yes, sir (going).
COX. Stop! You don’t mean to say, thoughtless and imprudent woman, that you keep loaded fire-arms in the house?