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and serve it in this sort of way. (knocks the crown out with a blow of his fist.

Tow.	It won't do, Bradshaw.

Grim.

(shouting) Grimshaw! (aside) My mind misgives me! Fanny—I mean Emily—no—yes—I don't know what I mean—however, her anxiety to get me out of the house—her emotion when I read Soosan's letter—Bradshaw's hat—the thing's clear!—I've been imposed upon! (seizing Towzer by the arm) Towzer, you came here for Grimshaw—I mean Bradshaw!—you shall have your Bradshaw, I mean Grimshaw—no, your Bradshaw. Just keep your eye on me (runs to closet, l. c., and throws door open) Bradshaw, you're wanted! I'm sorry for you, Bradshaw, but—(looking in) Holloa! he's gone.

Tow.	(laughing satirically) Is he? what a pity! Ha, ha, ha!

Grim.

(seriously) This is no laughing matter, Towzer; I saw him distinctly go into that closet—yes, Towzer, distinctly into that closet did I see him go, Towzer. Now, as he can only have got out of that closet through the keyhole, I repeat that this is no laughing matter!

Tow.	Bradshaw, as I said before, it won't do. Listen—my son John, Corporal-Major in the Blues, six foot four in his stockings, is down stairs. I give you five minutes to restore my niece Emily to my arms—if you don't, my son John, six foot four in his stockings, runs you through the body. Au revoir!

Grim.

Well, but——

Tow.	Au revoir! I say, remember, five minutes; or else—sword through your body!

Grim.

But, Towzer, Towzer! no damned nonsense Towzer!

(Towzer hurries out at door r. h., Grimshaw following him, and trying to stop him.)

Door l. h. opens and Fanny appears, followed by Emily—they enter cautiously.

Fan.	(as she enters) They're gone!

Emily.

If I could only let Bradshaw know what has happened!—here's my letter; but who's to take it?

Fan.

I will.

Emily.

No, no; I wouldn't be left for the world.