SIMON. My wife will be back directly.
ADELA. You are not cold?
SIMON. (taking a pinch of snuff) My wife will be back directly.
ADELA. There is a draught from this side—ah! this cushion. (places a cushion at his back)
SIMON. (aside) Isn’t she tucking me up nicely! it’s rather pleasant to be old—atchieu! (sneezing)
ADELA. Heaven bless you!
SIMON. My wife will be back directly.
ADELA. He is deaf as a post. (to herself) Yes, Mr. Harry is a scamp: but luckily, we had for neighbour that good man, Mr. Dunstable. (shouting to SIMON) Your friend Dunstable.
SIMON. My wife will be——