Re-enter O’WALKER hurriedly, his umbrella up—he is closely followed by SCHNIPPS, L.
SCHNIPPS. (following O’WALKER and trying to look into his face, who continually thwarts him by concealing his face by means of his open umbrella) I’m sure I know de shentleman. (in a strong German accent and trying to get a peep at O’WALKER, who again thwarts him with his umbrella)
O’WALKER. (R., aside) My tailor—the devil!
SCHNIPPS. (L.) You may hide your vace as much as you like, Mr. O’Valker—I can swear to de umprella, ha, ha!
O’WALKER. (putting down umbrella) Ah, Schnipps, my boy! how are you? And how’s Mrs. Schnipps and the little Schnipps? I hope they’re all salubrious—I don’t know why I should, but I do!
SCHNIPPS. They’re very boorly—de tree leetlest is very bad with de weasels.
O’WALKER. Oh, they’re bad with the weazles, are they? I’ll tell you how to get rid of the weazles—catch ’em asleep, ah, ah!
BROWN. (who is standing apart, L. C., and listening) Ha, ha! good, good, very good! (nodding approvingly at O’WALKER, who bows in return)
SCHNIPPS. De doctor says I must take dem in de country.
O’WALKER. The weazles?