"Ah me!" said the hero. "What cattastrop is here? Gadzooks! Let us follow to his remote mountain lair. I will kill him dead and cut out his foul black heart and put an end to his foul black life."
He waved Mrs. Brown's best umbrella threateningly as he spoke. "Now they come off," explained William, "an' we come on. Here's the gallows."
He carried forward a small reading stand, taken from his father's study, then advanced holding the hand of the fair Elsabina. The crowd in his top hat and mackintosh stood in attendance.
"Aha!" said Carlo Rupino to his victim, "I hast thee in my power, thou ole girl! I am now going to hang thee from yon lofty gallows! Go on!" he addressed the crowd.
The crowd took off his top hat and uttered a feeble "Hurray!"
"You couldn't hang me from that old thing," remarked the heroine scornfully.
"That's not in the play," said William.
"I know it isn't. I'm jus' saying that myself."
"Well, say wot's in the play."
At that point the chair, upon which the Great Man was with difficulty sitting, collapsed suddenly, precipitating the Great Man among its fragments. William turned upon him sternly.