PAWKINS. (crosses to L. D.) Bolted, by jingo!
WHITE. This last stroke will finish me!
DE W. (coming down, R. C.) Allow me, my dear, Mr. Ferguson, to introduce you to my intended son-in-law.
FERGUS. (down R.) Sir, allow me to congwatulate you on your vewy interwesting position.
DE W. Mr. Whitewash, sir, is one of the brightest ornaments of the legal profession, and this gentleman is one of his most ornamental clients.
FERGUS. Vewy much delighted. (bowing to PAWKINS) Heyday! Here is certainly a party who has taken me by surpwise.
DE W. What do you mean?
FERGUS. I mean that a certain party, a fwiend of mine, found that party (pointing to PAWKINS) in his cupboard, at thwee o’clock in the morning.
DE W. (R. C.) All right! You are quite sure of your man?
FERGUS. (R.) Oh, perfectly! (aside) Seeing that the fwiend was myself. (goes up a little)