MIZ. Decamp. The best plan; only you be orator. The ladies look rather fierce.
BOLT. A—hem!—you see, ladies—that is, you perceive—ahem!—you must be aware—you cannot be ignorant—ahem!
MISS B. My dear Steele, what is the matter?
BOLT. (Aside.) There she goes again, with her “dear Steele.”—The fact is——
Enter WAITER, L. 2 E.
WAITER. I am sorry to intrude, ladies and gentlemen, but have you any objection to a gentleman dining in this room?
BOLT. Not in the least!—You may give him our dinner, if your larder is scanty.
MISS B. My dear!
MIZ. Yes, and the bottle of wine into the bargain.