A FIRST CLASS HOTEL.
Scene—Bed room, two cots, one up R. C. by flat, other by wall, down L.; table near head of last, with books, pistol, pipe, etc.; wash-stand against flat, L. C.; window in flat, L.; (or a door anywhere at L. can be made to serve for make-believe window by hanging a curtain.) As curtain rises, Leggatt in bed, apparently asleep, vest hanging on chair at head of bed, pantaloons and coat on wall.
Enter Landlord and Bulger, R., Landlord carrying candle and Bulger’s valise. Lights low.
Landlord. This is the very best I can do, Mr. Bulger.
Bulger. Hang it all, I believe I’ll go over to the Eagle.
Land. Hist! (Looks toward Leggatt.) You’ll wake him. No use to go to the Eagle. All full there. It’s County Fair, you know.
Bulger. Hang the fair! Landlord, this is no way to treat an old customer. This is a one-horse town anyway.
Land. (In low voice.) Very sorry, Mr. Bulger, but I didn’t make the town. It’s the best I can do. (Looks toward Leggatt.) Mr. Leggatt’s a very nice quiet gentleman. (Confidentially.) Why, he’s a littery man!
Bulger. Confound literature! It aint in it with trade.