Messenger. Stay! (Horace is pulled up.)
Horace. I don’t care to be seen talking to her.
Messenger. Help her.
Horace. Look here, I’m not invisible, and if I am seen by anybody in this house—— Oh, Lor’!
Messenger. She comes. Another kind of wreck on the reefs of Self.
Outcast. You’ll catch cold, dear, if you don’t come indoors. (Horace turns his back on her.) Bah, you! Give me a tanner to get a drink with?
Horace. Good night! Good night!
Messenger. Help her.
Horace. I have no silver left.
Messenger. Give her gold. Give her gold.