Bendish:
I went for your scarf—
Cadwell:
Shut up!
Bendish:
Your jerkin—
Cadwell:
Will you shut up!
Bendish: (aside)
Listen!
Cadwell:
Bendish?
Bendish:
Sir?
Cadwell: Give me the mirror. (Bendish goes and returns with the objects as they are called for) Listen—my snuff box—wait—bring the armchair— Eh! My writing table.— No, give me a comb. Come on then,—will you hurry up?
Bendish:
Tell me exactly what you want—
Cadwell: I don't know. I want to sit down. (aside) Madam Olivia, madam Olivia, you have played me at trick—