Enter Binny, L. 1 E. Drunk.


Binny [Calling.] Mr. H'Asa, Mr. H'Asa! Oh he's gone;
well, I suppose he'll come back to keep his happointment.
Mr. Coyle's quite impatient. It isn't hoften that han hamerican has
the run of the wine cellars of Trenchard Manor, and in such company, too.
There's me and Mr. Coyle, which is a good judge of old port wine,
and he knows it when he drinks; and his clerk, Mr. Murcott,
which I don't hexactly like sitting down with clerks. But Mr. H'Asa
wished it and Mr. Coyle hadn't any objections, so in course
I put my feelings in my pocket, besides, Murcott is a man of hedication,
though unfortunately taken to drink. Well, what of that,
it's been many a man's misfortune, though I say it, what shouldn't say it,
being a butler. But now to join my distinguished party. [Exit, R. 1 E.]



Scene 3.--Wine cellar in 3.


Coyle, Murcott and Binny discovered. Table L., with two cups and bottles.
Coyle L. of table, seated. Binny back of table. Murcott sitting on barrel,
R. Door in flat with staircase discovered, dark. Stage half dark.
Candles on table, lighted.


Coyle A capital glass of wine, Mr. Binny, and a capital place to drink it.