Land. [to Waiter]. Now for it—out with him! [Landlord and Waiter rush forward, and are about to seize Brummell.]
Enter Fotherby
Fother. [pushing back Landlord and Waiter]. Put your hands on the old man at your peril.
Land. Do you know that you are in my house, sir?—stand back!
Fother. Do you know that you are in my rooms, sir? [Throws paper to him.] I think you will find that regular. Leave the room.
Nurse [aside]. Wonders'll never cease. But the old fool'll spile all again—you'll see.
Land. [aside to Waiter]. He's paid missus the rent—there's luck!
[Exit.
Waiter. A pretty bit of business I've done for myself. Not a sou for the waiter, I'll bet.
[Exit.