SWANS. (aside) Bravo! she’s on the wrong scent. (aloud) Well, madam, I presume I have as much right to sympathize with the Federals as he has with the Confederates?
WOOD. (who has been trying to attract SWANSDOWN’S notice by making signals) He’s made a mess of it! I knew he would.
MRS. C. Federals—Confederates! I see—a subterfuge to conceal the real cause of your quarrel. You may rely on receiving a letter of apology—ample apology from Mr. Woodcock!
SWANS. Not till he’s recovered the use of his right arm, I beg.
WOOD. (behind) Eh? of course; it was the right arm! (taking his left arm out of the sling and inserting the right)
MRS. C. The right arm, you mean the left. (WOODCOCK changes arms again)
SWANS. The right! I think I ought to know.
MRS. C. The left! I suppose I can believe my eyes.
SWANS. Right!
MRS. C. Left!