PAWKINS. What are you about?
WHITE. Professional! professional!
PAWKINS. Well, I always heerd you lawyers was tidy uns for putting your hands in people’s pockets.
WHITE. (pulls out tongs) What’s this? a spoon!
PAWKINS. You’re a spoon yourself! It’s the tongs.
WHITE. For a wonder he speaks the truth. Now mark, I’m your professional adviser, and I advise you to be off as soon as you can.
PAWKINS. Well, I don’t mind; I’ve seen all there is to be seen, and it arn’t half so good as skittles. Between you and I, the gov’ner here seems to have laid out a precious sight of money for werry little fun.
Enter DE WINDSOR, R. C., and down, L.
WHITE. (R.) Go, cut short your moral reflections, and go! (pushing PAWKINS towards C.)
DE W. Why, Mr. Pawkins, what’s the cause of this singular hurry?