BUNNY. (turning and seeing JONATHAN) What’s that? (using his eye glass and looking JONATHAN from head to foot) Jonathan, step this way, if you please, sir. (JONATHAN advances, carrying the loaded tray—turns JONATHAN’S shirt collars down) Now go into the ball room, and present the tray to each lady, at the end of the polka.
JONATH. Present the tray at the end of a poker.
BUNNY. Polka! In this way. (taking the tray, and presenting it in a graceful attitude)
JONATH. Well, I don’t mind if I do. (taking a glass of negus, and drinking it off)
BUNNY. What the devil are you at? Now go along; (giving JONATHAN the tray) and mind what you’re about, or else I shall be under the painful necessity of discharging you from my establishment.
Exit JONATHAN, C. towards R.
At the same moment, COCKLETOP enters at C. from L. carrying his hat and black paletot over his arm—he is in evening costume, but very red in the face, and looks slightly tipsy, he has a red worsted comforter hanging loose round his neck, which he takes off as he enters, and throws over his paletot.
BUNNY. (L., seeing him) Ah, Cockletop! better late than never! Well, where’s “our dear nephew?” our young Adonis from Cambridge, eh?
COCKLE. (R., very loud) Hush! (then swaying about, and smiling stupidly at BUNNY)