FANNY. And I am the only woman he ever loved. (goes up)
PATTY. Like my B. B. again. (tenderly to BROWN—goes up)
BROWN. Indeed!—the only woman he ever loved! ha, ha, ha, ha! (with a fierce look at O’WALKER, and slowly drawing the packet of letters from his pocket) Of that I have abundant proof in these letters, which——
O’WALKER. (suddenly grasping BROWN’S arm and aside to him) Betray me and I’ll instantly acquaint your intended wife with her B. B.’s little eccentricities at a certain little tobacconist’s shop in Little Windmill Street.
BROWN. (aside to him) Pooh! she won’t believe you!
O’WALKER. Probably not; consequently, I shall refer her to you or rather to this letter— (producing BROWN’S letter) to the “loveliest of Amelias” from the “fondest of Browns.”
BROWN. Hush!—she’d tear my eyes out!—we are both standing on the edge of a frightful precipice.
O’WALKER. We are; one step more, and over you go.
BROWN. And over you go.
O’WALKER. In other words, over we go.