Dr. R. (suspiciously). Is that true?
Ed. Certainly. But, if you wish, I will recall the statement in our next issue.
Dr. R. That would be more satisfactory to me.
(Exit, L.)
(Enter, L., a fierce-looking individual.)
Henry Perkins (in a threatening tone). Are you the editor?
Ed. (with quaking heart). Yes.
H. P. (sneering). I suppose you don’t know who I am?
Ed. No, I don’t.
H. P. (fiercely). I am that Henry Perkins whom you have so atrociously libelled in your paper of this morning. Don’t think, sir, that such conduct is to go unpunished! I stand upon my rights, sir, as a citizen, and I will not be trampled upon.