Vic. Em. Sm.—Well, turn the light down.
(Priscilla turns it out.)
Chorus—Yum, yum, yum!
—To-Day.
Trotters' Rival.
"I'll do it," he repeated, grinding his teeth and showing the whites of his eyes.
"Nonsense!" said Matilda. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself for threatening such wickedness—and besides, you don't mean it. Go along!"
"Ha, ha!" exclaimed William Trotters, in a hollow voice. "Ha, ha!"