PAWKINS. (C.) Hang it. I have!
DE W. (sees WHITEWASH—aside) Oh! I see, the rascal’s had his cue.
PAWKINS. There, I shan’t play any more; you’ve got your three bob, and if ever you catch me at it again, it’ll do you good. (rises and goes forward—aside to WHITEWASH) One good turn deserves another, I’ll give you an ’int. Don’t let the old gov’ner there get you down to cards, he’s a downy ’un, he is!
DE W. Let me see. (rings money on table) No! nothing wrong! I have not caught him yet!
Enter THWAITES, C. from L., announcing.
THWAITES. (C.) Mr. Ferguson.
Enter FERGUSON, C. from L., DE WINDSOR goes up to C. door to meet him.
PAWKINS. It’s a gent as knows more about me than I want. (goes across to R. for umbrella)
WHITE. (R. C.) Ah! the owner of some stray pocket handkerchief! Make a rush at the door!