Ignoring Michaelis.
I have no time to waste, and I shall not stop to mince my words. You are coming with me, and you are coming now.
Michaelis.
To Rhoda.
Who is this man?
Littlefield.
Wheeling upon him angrily.
'Pon my honor! "Who is this man?" "Remove the worm!" Decidedly tart, from a miracle-monger in a state of bankruptcy.
Michaelis.
To Rhoda.