[Exit.
Enter English Waiter.
Eng. Wait. Sir, my mistress would be glad to know how many she must provide dinner for.
Tall. Eh! Dinner!—true: Tell old Moll Casey to knock her whole house into one room, and to roast, boil, bake, and fricassee, as if she hadn't an hour to live—we're a roaring, screeching party——
Enter Lackland.
Lack. Yes, tell your mistress we're a numerous party—I've left my name at the bar.
[Calling out.
[Exit Waiter.
Tall. Yes, I dare say they have your name in the bar—I see, by his grin, he wants to come Captain Borrowman, but 'twon't do.
[Aside.