PAWKINS. (returns to C.) Well, I don’t know; you see, I felt I was somehow in the way like. Nobody says nuffin to me, and I say nuffin to nobody.
WHITE. (R.) Besides, an affair of the most pressing importance.
DE W. Very pressing, indeed! Humbug! You’ll stop supper, my dear Mr. Pawkins?
PAWKINS. (C.) Oh, well, if there’s anything in the way o’ wittles a coming, that alters the view of the case.
DE W. The supper will be served in silver plate,—in silver—in silver.
PAWKINS. What, real silver? like that out there? Don’t bother yourself, gov’ner, I’ll stop.
DE W. (aside) Ha! ha! I’ve tickled my trout!
WHITE. (aside, R.) The old gent is playing against me, that’s certain.
Re-enter THWAITES, C., with a tray of ices.