SCHNIPPS. No—de leetle ones—to give dem a leetle fresh hair.
O’WALKER. A little fresh hair, eh? then I’d advise you to go with them. (pointing to SCHNIPPS’S bald head)
BROWN. (as before) Good, good, good again! (nods approvingly to O’WALKER, who again bows)
SCHNIPPS. And where’s de money to come from? Gustamers won’t pay—it’s no use at all sending in their pills.
O’WALKER. Then why don’t you try draughts?
BROWN. (as before) Good, good, good again! (same play)
SCHNIPPS. No—I will try de law! I will make dem pay, and yourself among de number—yes, Mr. O’Valker.
O’WALKER. Now there’s gratitude! Didn’t you ask me for my custom?
SCHNIPPS. Ya!
O’WALKER. Did you ask me what my custom was?