Dick. Yes, I’m a cheesemonger.
Sir H. A cheesemonger. I thought you were a theatrical manager?
Dick. Same thing. A theatre’s only a shop, and ought to be worked on the same principles.
Ned. Or want of principles?
Dick. Same thing. If my customers want a bad article, I give it ’em. It’s not my fault, it’s theirs.
Sir H. A philosopher as well as a cheesemonger!
Dick. My dear sir, all cheesemongers are philosophers.
Sir H. And all philosophers are fond of a good dinner. I hope you will join our party, Mr. Dick. (crosses, R.)
Dick. With pleasure. (puts hat down on table)
Alma. But your appointment at four sharp.