SCENE V

To these, HUNT, C. (He steals down, and claps each one suddenly
on the shoulder.)

HUNT. Is there a gentleman here by the name of Mr. Procurator-
Fiscal?

SMITH (PULLING HIMSELF TOGETHER). D-n it, Jerry, what do you
mean by startling an old customer like that?

HUNT. What, my brave un'? You're the very party I was looking
for!

SMITH. There's nothing out against me this time?

HUNT. I'll take odds there is. But it ain't in my hands. (TO
OLD BRODIE.) You'll excuse me, old genelman?

SMITH. Ah, well, if it's all in the way of friendship! . . . I
say, Jean, [you and me had best be on the toddle.] We shall be
late for church.

HUNT. Lady, George?

SMITH. It's a - yes, it's a lady. Come along, Jean.

HUNT. A Mrs. Deacon, I believe? [That was the name, I think?]
Won't Mrs. Deacon let me have a queer at her phiz?