Take this to the address at once.
[Exit Servant.
O’Fi. Effingham—Mrs. Effingham—Matilda—Bulstrode—Whipple—all of ye—come here! (To Tom.) Ye’ve determined to inform on me grey hairs—I’ll be first in the field anyhow—mind that now.
Enter all the characters from different doors; Bulstrode and Caroline holding back Tom, Whipple and Matilda holding back O’Fipp.
Mrs. Eff. What—what is the clamour?
Mat. Papa, dear, what’s he bin doin’ to ye?
O’Fi. This man—who has passed himself off as a major-general—he’s a swindler—an imposthor—he’s deceived us all—he’s practised on our inexperience.
Car. Arthur—Arthur—speak—what, oh, what is this?
Mat. Don’t call him Arthur—his name’s Tom—Tom.
Car. Tomtom? Impossible. Tell them, Arthur, that it is false. Tell them that you are not—you cannot be Tomtom!