Norah. Go ’long with yez. (Slaps him.)
B. (Inside.) Murder! Oh! oh! You infernal scoundrel. (Great racket of B. getting out of chair. Patsy comes out flying with B. after him. They come down C. B. strikes Patsy with cane. Patsy grabs at cane and pulls B.’s wig off. Runs with it into office, R., and closes door as B. throws cane after him.)
Mike. Thank God he’s cured! He’s throwed away the cane. (B. clutches at Mike’s throat, Mike dodges.) Aisy sor, aisy, ye’re all right now.
B. (Speaks with difficulty.) You villain! My leg is on fire. (Makes after Mike, chases him round the table.)
Mike. I belave it, sor. It’s a very lively leg, Mr. Boyler. (They stop, Mike next L. B. R. of table.)
B. (Trying to speak but can not for rage and excitement.) Oh, you—you—
Mike. Aisy sor, careful sor. Wont ye step into the office and write a bit of a tistimonial for the inshtitootion? (B. shakes his fist at him, speechless.)
Norah. Oh dear, we’re all ruined. He’ll tell the Doctor.
Mike. Whist, he’s stranglin’ now. It is the profanity. He’s often took that way. (Patsy in office utters a loud whoop.)