MISS P.—Howell—for heaven's sake, Howell!
K.—Pooh—ooh! [bursting with laughter]. Here's a novel, by jingo! Here's John in love with the governess. Fond of plush, Miss Pemberton—ey? Gad, it's the best thing I ever knew. Saved a good bit, ey, Jeames? Take a public-house? By Jove! I'll buy my beer there.
JOHN.—Owe for it, you mean. I don't think your tradesmen profit much by your custom, ex-Cornet Kicklebury.
K.—By Jove! I'll do for you, you villain!
JOHN.—No, not that way, Captain. [Struggles with and throws him.]
K. [screams.]—Hallo, Bulkeley! [Bulkeley is seen strolling in the garden.]
Enter BULKELEY.
BULKELEY.—What is it, sir?
K.—Take this confounded villain off me, and pitch him into the Thames—do you hear?
JOHN.—Come here, and I'll break every bone in your hulking body. [To BULKELEY.]