Tom. Ha, ha!
Whi. Ha, ha!
Tom. What a fellow you are! Same old Whipple! I say, the Colonel’s a cool hand. What d’ye think he says now?
Whi. Nothing worth repeating, I should imagine.
Tom. What a caustic fellow you are! He says I’m dead!
Whi. Oh, he’s an Irishman.
Tom. Ha, ha! Oh, that’s very good: that’s so like you.
Whi. He’s not dead, Colonel. (Feeling Tom’s pulse.)
Tom. There, Matilda, you hear that! (About to embrace her.)
Whi. What are you about? How dare you embrace that young lady? (Stopping him.)