BOX. Cox! (About to embrace—BOX stops, seizes COX’S hand, and looks eagerly in his face.) You’ll excuse the apparent insanity of the remark, but the more I gaze on your features, the more I’m convinced that you’re my long lost brother.
COX. The very observation I was going to make to you!
BOX. Ah—tell me—in mercy tell me—have you such a thing as a strawberry mark on your left arm?
COX. No!
BOX. Then it is he! (They rush into each other’s arms.)
COX. Of course we stop where we are!
BOX. Of course!
COX. For, between you and me, I’m rather partial to this house.
BOX. So am I—I begin to feel quite at home in it.
COX. Everything so clean and comfortable—