(Mr. P. seizes Ed. by the collar of his coat and shakes him vigorously.)
Ed. (struggling). Unhand me, sir!
H. P. (still shaking him). There, you little blackguard! I guess you won’t slander me again in a hurry.
Ed. (passionately). I’ll have the law of you, you villain!
H. P. You will, eh! Then I must give you your pay in advance.
(He continues to shake him a moment. Then making a low, mocking bow, he goes out.)
Ed. (furiously). I won’t stand this. I’ll leave a note for Clark, and go home this moment. There’s no knowing what may come next. It is as much as one’s life is worth to be an editor.
(Exit hurriedly.)
(Curtain falls.)