Cadwell:
Bendish.
Bendish:
Sir?
L. Gent.:
When my aunt knows—
Cadwell:
Shut his mouth. He cries like a little demon.
L. Gent.:
I will tell all this to my aunt.
Bendish:
Still?
Cadwell: Bring him to me. (Bendish marches the little Gentleman to Cadwell) My poor little man, I beg you. Don't make so much noise.
L. Gent.:
You will see with your tobacco.
Cadwell:
Well, I won't give you anymore.
L. Gent.:
If you hadn't done that I would have told you something.