WELLS.
No, Colonel; but I expect him every moment.
COLONEL.
Very well; I’ll wait. [Exit Wells, door in flat.] Bah! what a stench of flowers! [Opens window and throws out a bunch of lilies standing on the table below.] Sit down, Sylvester—if you can find a chair to carry twelve stone.
SYLVESTER.
Really, I feel a sort of trespasser.
COLONEL.
Sit down.
SYLVESTER [sits].
I don’t know Cazenove very well——