SIMON. No, and I can’t read, but——
FRANK. Idiot! go and prepare my chamber.
SIMON. (going, L.) Yes, Master Harry.
FRANK. Stop a moment; is there anything to eat in the pantry?
SIMON. I saw the plate chest there; but I’ll go and see, Master Harry. Ah! if you were Mr. Frank.
FRANK. Well?
SIMON. I shouldn’t be able to find anything. (confidentially) Godfather says that you are a pet, and that your brother is a bad lot; old folks won’t have him at any price.
FRANK. (aside) I know it but too well. (aloud) You will find some cigars in my portmanteau, with my pipe and tobacco. Stay; have you got the keys of the cellar?
SIMON. Yes, sir.
FRANK. Then bring me some champagne.