WHITE. If that fellow with the ice leaves the house without stealing anything, there’s a five pound note for you. (to THWAITES)
(DE WINDSOR walks round and round PAWKINS, with handkerchief dangling from his pocket, during dialogue)
THWAITES. The deuce!
WHITE. And do your best to keep the plate as much out of his reach as possible.
THWAITES. Can’t be done, sir; can’t be done. Gov’ner orders the contrary.
PAWKINS. I can’t make him out!
WHITE. Here, Pawkins, my good fellow, how do you like your ice?
PAWKINS. First rate! Beats the penny un’s all to shivers!
WHITE. Ha! ha! But now you have finished it, you have no occasion for the spoon. (takes it)