Gin. Ring, sah?
Topp. Deliver this at once. Now for the preparations. (Strikes attitude, right hand gestures.) Wait not when honor calls but hasten to the field, lest tardiness should prove an added stain. (Gin. stands astonished, then vanishes just as T. turns.)
Quick Curtain.
ACT IV.
Scene:—A grass plat with trees in background.
Enter Mr. and Mrs. Twiggs, R. 1.
Mrs. T. We must find them; blood will be shed and, oh dear! Mr. Topp may be killed!
Mr. T. Sophronia, duels are not for the purpose of shedding blood. They are for the vindication of wounded honor.
Mrs. T. Josiah, human life is trembling in the balance, and I believe you actually enjoy it.
Mr. T. My dear, I can’t say that I enjoy it so far. Our walk in search of it has been rather hurried. They should have hired a hall and sold tickets.