WHITE. Mr. De Windsor, sir—(aside) Egad! the rascal’s in full confab. Sir——(pushes himself between PAWKINS and DE WINDSOR, C.)
PAWKINS. (R.) Why, I’m blest if here ain’t my professional gen’leman!
DE W. (L.) Ah, sir, Mr. Whitewash is your true friend.
PAWKINS. No mistake about that! No, Mr. Whitewash, I’m a poor man, but if there’s any way of shewing my gratitude——
WHITE. (whispers) There’s an exceedingly cheap way. Make some excuse and take yourself off as fast as your legs can carry you.
PAWKINS. Ah, he is indeed a friend! (crosses to C.) Look here, Mr. De——what’s your name? There I stud reading the bill of the Royal Victoria Theatre—something about Will Watch, the Bold Smuggler, when, as if it was done o’ purpose, some one smuggles a watch into my umbrella!
WHITE. Yes, yes, we know all about that, the story is exceedingly plausible, and I have told it already, much better than you can, in the presence of this gentleman.
PAWKINS. They lugs me about—they takes me off against my will.
WHITE. Well, then, now indulge in the free exercise of your will, by taking yourself off.
(some of the COMPANY pass across at back of C. doors, from L. to R.)