Shreedy [aside]. I will. [Calls] Is Mr. Hudson in, I dunno?
Burl. [putting his head out of his bedroom]. Hullo, is that you, Shreedy? No, Mr. Hudson is not in, and he won't take any sparring lesson to-night any way.
Shreedy. Well, I just come to see him about a little matter of business, see? Maybe you might——
Burl. No I mightn't. There is not a dollar in the firm, Shreedy, anywhere. Hudson has gone in town. I can't give you a cent, and if you don't get out of here pretty quickly, I may have to borrow a car fare from you. Call again next week. Good evening, and get out. [Slams door.]
Shr. Ain't he getting pretty flip? The lippy dude! Maybe he thinks he can put me off that way. Hudson gone in town, ah, rats! What an old gag. I'll wait round awhile, 'cause I got to have that money to-night. I'll lay for him in this other room, that's what I'll do, and nab him when he comes in. [Helps himself to two or three cigars and goes into Hudson's bedroom.]
[A soft knock on door, then enter Mrs. and Miss Hudson.]
Mrs. Hudson. Well, this is strange, I should think Steve would have taken more care to meet us here.
Miss Hudson. Perhaps he has just gone out for a minute.
Mrs. H. He ought to have been on the lookout for the carriage, and not compelled us to come up here after waiting twenty minutes at the door.
Miss. H. He may not have received your telegram.