Mrs. Casey. Make me bounce! A shabby, spunging——though without a second coat, the fellow's as proud as a Galway merchant.—Make me bounce in my own house!—pretty well, that, upon my honour!
Lack. [Within.] What! house!
Mrs. Casey. Run, don't you hear?
Lack. [Within.] Where is that infernal——
2 Waiter. Infernal! that's you, ma'am, he's calling.
Mrs. Casey. Hush! here he is. [Exit Second Waiter.] Because I'm a lone woman, he thinks to impose upon the house.
Enter Lackland.
Lack. Landlady, your attendance is shameful!
Mrs. Casey. Why, the truth is, sir, my waiters have enough to do if they properly attend on folks who have money to pay for what they call for.
[Takes out her Snuff Box.