And p’raps a whip to thrash him if he don’t!
What’s the world coming to?
Mim.What is your will?
Ages. This: Chrysos will receive Pygmalion
At half-past three to-day; so bid him come.
Mim. And are you Chrysos, sir?
Ages. (disconcerted).Well, no I’m not.
That is, not altogether: I’m, in fact,
His slave.
Mim. (relieved). His slave!