Charles his Friend. A shocker shocks no one save its—publisher.
A New Comer. Then the blackmailer was defeated in the end—as bad people invariably are when vice is at a discount and virtue at a premium.
Charles his Friend. Virtue never is at a premium, save when it is mistaken for vice.
A blasé Man of the World. And yet, in spite of all this, I have had a pleasant evening.
Charles his Friend. So has an author when he is laughing in his sleeve and confuses black with white.
Someone. But does the author never know the difference?
Charles his Friend. What does it matter? If he thinks himself right, everybody will know that he is wrong!
The Audience. All this is very clever because it is unintelligible.
The Author. So I believe. Only I stand upon my irresponsibility. But is anyone satisfied with anything in a playhouse?
Charles his Friend. Only with the fall of the curtain!