Old W. Deary me! it almost frightens me. See how pleased he is.
Waiter. Sir Harry Gill!
Brum. [advancing ceremoniously, and holding out his hand, and coming down, as though talking to somebody at his side]. My dear Harry, I'm delighted to see you. Were you at the opera last night?
Nurse [to Old Woman]. Did you ever hear the like of it?
Waiter. Here goes again! [Goes as before to door, and throws it open.] Lord Ballarat!
Brum. [advancing as before, and receiving imaginary visitor]. My good fellow, I'm sorry I missed you at the club the other night; but I went into the duchess's box, and——
Waiter. I must stop this. The duchess always comes last, and then he's satisfied. [Throwing open the door, and calling pompously.] Her Highness the Duchess of Canterbury.
Brum. [totters to door, bowing very profoundly, and handing the imaginary duchess to his armchair—leans over the chair, and bows frequently as he talks]. Your highness is too good! This is indeed an honor. Permit me the satisfaction of handing you to your seat. And is the duke well? And little Nutmeg—is his ear better? Poor little fellow! I hope you will allow me to give him a charming little collar I have for him.
Waiter. There, that'll do! [To Brummell.] Come, now, they're all gone—take your coat off.
Brum. [starting, and falling into chair]. Yes, gone—gone—true—they're gone! [Waiter helps him to take his coat off.] Give me my cap! [Nurse puts his old velvet cap on.]