Ned. “At last I have a moment to myself to scribble a hasty answer to your note. Of course I will be there.”
Alma. Where’s that?
Ned. The place appointed. It’s an assignation.
Alma. Oh! Have they got to assignations?
Ned. Yes. I’m giving ’em imperial measure this time.
Alma. Don’t forget the Chamberlain.
Ned. “I will make some excuse to get away. Oh, why have I to make excuses?”——
Re-enter Servant, R.
Serv. Mr. Dodson Dick.