WHITE. (aside) Caught, by all that’s unlucky!
PAWKINS. (L.) Come, I say, master, this ’ere won’t do: when I looks black, you makes me white; and when I’m whitened, you makes me black: I’ve a jolly good mind to——
WHITE. Oh, go to the devil!
Enter THWAITES, C. from L., with a letter.
THWAITES. (to WHITEWASH) Please, sir, a knowin’ party, as calls himself your clerk, has brought this. (gives letter to WHITEWASH; WHITEWASH opens letter at first with indifference, but proceeds to read with eagerness; DE WINDSOR, AGATHA, and FERGUSON come forward, R.)
DE W. (R. C.) My dear, this matter is settled; you shall be the wife of Mr. Tango.
AGATHA. (R.) La, papa! how shocking!
FERGUS. (coming down R.) I beg your pardon; you don’t mean Tom Tango, of the Stock Exchange?
DE W. Yes, I do.