COX (stopping him). It’s obviously for me to retire. Not for worlds would I disturb the rapturous meeting between you and your intended. Good-morning!
BOX. You’ll excuse me, sir—but our last arrangement was that she was your intended.
COX. No, yours!
BOX. Yours!
TOGETHER. Yours! (Ten o’clock strikes—noise of an omnibus.)
BOX. Ha! what’s that? A cab’s drawn up at the door! (Running to window.) No—it’s a twopenny omnibus!
COX (leaning over BOX’S shoulder). A lady’s got out—
BOX. There’s no mistaking that majestic person—it’s Penelope Ann!
COX. Your intended!