Enter BOY, L.
BOY. Please, sir, your sister sent me to say that she, with your daughter, has been obliged to move to No. 19, Moonlight Street, owing to circumstances of the most peculiar nature.
CUT. Ha, ha, ha! a most profound secret! Good by, commander-in-chief! next time you have a secret, mind you don’t tell it by proxy.
(Exit, C. D.)
COT. Stupid jackanapes! you must open your damned mouth so wide as to let the cat jump out! (Exit BOY, L.)—A connexion of which I do not in the least approve;—but—oh, those fellows are at breakfast—Bolt! Mizzle!
Enter BOLT and MIZZLE, R.
BOLT. Yes, sir.
COT. Listen!—pressing business obliges me to be absent till late to-night; I leave the shop to your care.
BOLT. Thank’e, sir.
MIZ. For your confidence, sir.