1 Waiter. Yes, ma'am. Coming, coming.
[Exit.
Lackland. [Within.] You scoundrel, I'll teach you to talk to a gentleman!
2 Waiter. [Within.] Oh, very well, very well, sir.
Mrs. Casey. Hey day!
Enter Second Waiter, stumbling in.
What's the matter now?
2 Waiter. Only Mr. Lackland, ma'am; you know you ordered me to keep the Globe for the large company; there, he takes possession of it; and though I told him it was bespoke, he would dine no where else:—orders a bottle of champagne, and because I didn't fly with it, kicked me down stairs, though I cried coming up, sir.
Mrs. Casey. Champagne, and not a Louis in his pocket!—d'ye hear, tell Mr. Lackland, it's my desire he'll quit my house.
2 Waiter. Your desire! Ecod, ma'am, he said he'd make you bounce.