Town. (Restraining him.) Mr. Puterbaugh, you can’t go out in that storm. Hear the roaring. (Groaning of the wind loudly.)
Adolph. But I change me linen twice a day, don’t you know.
Jim F. (Jumping up.) I’ll loan you a shirt!
Adolph. Thanks awfully, but I nevah weah flannel, besides what would you do, I say now?
Jim F. Do you think I have only one shirt!
Sol. I. (Jumping up.) Mine frent, my vardrobe vas limited, but it is at your disbosal.
Adolph. Thanks, awfully, but I cawn’t weah percale, it’s two dweadful! (To Town.) Don’t you think I could dwag me twunk into this cave? (At door.)
Town. (Pushing him away.) Why, you lunatic! you wouldn’t risk your life for a trunk would you?
Adolph. (Hopping round.) I’m dwedfully nervous! I haven’t been so excited since the day I thweatened to cane Gawge Bowkah in the Manhattan Club. Insulted me, the cad! They had to westwain me, and all that. Adolphus Putehbaugh was the hero of the houah. Got hauled up befoah the diwectahs and all that. Made me a weputation as a dangewous man, don’t you know—(Clap of thunder.) Gwacious! that’s comin’ it stwong!
Sol. I. (Rushes forward.) Mine frent, vil you dake dot bolicy now? No dime like der bresent. Telay is tangerous. I tell you vot I’ll do. (Whispers in his ear.) Half der gommission! (Begins writing.) Gristian name Adolphus—Age?