Why he mistook the contract ... these portmanteaux.—
By heaven, by heaven, there’s no time to lose:
They’re off. (going out, passes close to cupboard. N. makes more noise than ever.)
Ha!—Heigh!
’Tis here, then: not in the chimney. Eh!—who’s here?
(Opens cupboard.) St. Nicholas!
N.O, Sir Gregory, you would not hear.
G. Who shut you in the cupboard?
N.Tristram.
G.Tristram?