Drawing Rooms, Second Floor, and Attics: A Farce, in One Act

by John Maddison Morton

TRIPTOLE. (without) Thank you.

SHARP. (still more furious) And that! (crushing the hat, and flinging it at TRIPTOLEMUS)

TRIPTOLE. (without) Thank you again. Anything more?

SHARP. (furiously) You want something more, eh? Then you shall have it.

Runs out at L. side.

ARABEL. What is the man about? (following SHARP, L.)

PHŒBE. There’ll be murder to a certainty. Help—help!—police!

Runs out after ARABELLA, L.

CAROLINE enters from door L. flat, in ball dress.