[Triplet discovered attempting to force his way through L. C. Colander bars his entrance. Triplet carries a portfolio, two volumes, and a roll of manuscript.]
COL. I tell you he is not at home, sir.
MABEL. How can you say so, when you know he is in the garden.
COL. Ugh! (aside) the simpleton.
MABEL. Show the gentleman in.
COL. Gentleman!
TRIP. A thousand thanks, madam, for this condescension; I will wait Mr. Vane’s leisure in the hall.
MABEL. Nay, sir, not in the hall, ’tis cold there. Tell Mr. Vane the gentleman waits. Will you go, sirrah?
COL. I am gone, madam. (Aside) Porter to players! and now usher to an author! curse me if I stand it.
[Exit L. U. E.