L. (suavely). Oh, yes, certainly; a nice room, too. Will you order supper before going up stairs?
Dea. R. Supper! No, indeed! It’s nine o’clock, and I’m going to bed. Besides, I took supper afore I left home.
L. But you’ll register your name, first? (Passes pen to him.)
Dea. R. (takes from his pocket a tin case, which he opens, takes therefrom a pair of spectacles, which he adjusts upon his nose). Wal, yes, I hain’t no objection. (Writes.)
L. Here, John, take this lamp and show the gentleman up to Number 33.
John. Yes, sir. (Takes lamp and goes out, followed by the Deacon.)
(Enter Charles Herbert Fitz Howard, L.)
Fitz Howard. Aw—I say—aw—can you give me a good room?
L. Yes sir, directly. But, beg pardon, sir; perhaps you’d like some supper first?
F. H. Aw—yes, but I’ll go to my room first—aw, and make my toilet—remove the dust and travel—aw.