Horace. A tramp? Well, I can’t see him, then. I can’t see him. Tell him to come again in the morning.
Bella. I told him that, sir.
Horace. Well, what did he say?
Bella. Well, sir, he said he was a persevering kind of man, but he’s what I should call obstinate.
Horace. What do you mean?
Bella. He said he wouldn’t go away till he had seen you—and I don’t think he will.
Horace. It is too maddening. I can’t have one moment to myself. Very well, show him in. Show him in. (Exit Bella.) First of all Aunt Martha, then that fool Dicey, then Minnie and now a tramp.
(Enter Bella with Tramp. Exit Bella R.)
Horace. Well, what is it? What is it? What do you want?
Tramp. Mr. Brampton told me to give you this. (Hands letter.)