BOX. That won’t do. Half and half!
COX. Agreed! There’s my hand upon it—
BOX. And mine. (About to shake hands—a Postman’s knock heard at street door.)
COX. Holloa! Postman again!
BOX. Postman yesterday—postman to-day.
Enter MRS. BOUNCER.
MRS. B. Another letter, Mr. Cox—twopence more!
COX. I forgive you again! (Taking letter.) Another trifle from Margate. (Opens the letter—starts.) Goodness gracious!
BOX (snatching letter—starts). Gracious goodness!