(THWAITES on the other side takes empty glass from PAWKINS, and exit C.)
PAWKINS. I can’t make him out!
WHITE. (aside) I’ll stick to him like a leech!
Enter AGATHA, C. from L. and down R.
AGATHA. (R.) Mr. Whitewash, have you forgotten your engagement, the first quadrille? Oh, fie! fie! they are waiting!
WHITE. (R. C.) I’m sure I beg a thousand pardons, but you see just at this moment——(pockets the spoon)
PAWKINS. I can’t make any on ’em out!
WHITE. (whispers PAWKINS) If so much as a salt-spoon is missing you are a dead man!
Exeunt WHITEWASH and AGATHA, C., off L.
PAWKINS. (R. C.) I say, gov’ner, about our young friend here; when he’s on the spree like, as he is now, don’t you think he’s a bit cranky? Do you think all’s right here? (touching his head) If I behaved like that to my young woman, wouldn’t there be a row neither.