L. Your name, sir! (Offers pen.)

F. H. Aw—yes—I had forgotten. (Looking at pen—tries it.) What a deuced poor pen! (Enter John, R.)

L. Here is another. (Offers it.)

F. H. (takes it; gazes at book before him). Deacon Jonathan Robinson—aw. What a name! Not much like the next one. (Writes.) Charles Herbert Fitz Howard—aw.

J. Ain’t he a swell, though?

L. (in a warning tone). John.

J. Yes, sir.

L. Show this gentleman up to number 35.

J. Yes, sir. (To Fitz Howard.) This way, sir.

(Exeunt, R. Curtain falls.)