Pri. Yes, sir, certainly, sir: that’s what I say, and—
Cha. Be off, and do what I told you.
Pri. Yes, sir, directly; but you’ll understand that on such an auspicious—
Cha. There, there—be off; Red Lion—he’s gone.
Pri. (turning at door). White Horse Hotel, sir, please.
[Exit.
Cha. (alone). I suppose he’ll do what I’ve told him. I ought to change my coat too. Upon my honor (dressing himself), I’m delighted with my evening; and somehow or another, oddly enough, I feel quite curious to see this woman; in fact, I begin to be interested. It’s so long since I’ve been in the least interested—yes, it’s six months since any thing of the kind has happened. And my heart is, after all, but human: it detests a void.
[Goes on dressing.
Enter Prichard and George, L. 2 E., carrying candelabra
and vase of flowers.