(The Lackey bows and exits)
Bendish:
And what will Selina say when she doesn't see her watch anymore?
Cadwell:
Didn't I tell you to dress me?
Bendish:
Eh! You don't intend to go out?
Cadwell:
I don't know what I will do. I'd like to spend the day here. No, I
have to go out. (Thinking he hears a noise) Someone's knocking.
Another lackey, I'll bet.
Bendish: No, sir, nobody's knocking.— Admit that it's a tiresome distinction to be a pretty fellow and not to be able to take a step without being run after by half the world. These are the perils one faces when one is made like you.
Cadwell: There are times when I wish not to be as I am—when I'd give anything in the world to be like you.
Bendish:
I believe it.
Cadwell:
Perhaps you have some secret to make me disliked?
Bendish: I do, sir. And it's very easy. You have only to continue to live the way you live and I guarantee you the hate and scorn of all mankind. (hearing knocking) They're knocking.