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must be individually and professionally associated with the hatting interest.

Mrs. B. Yes, sir. And, by the bye, Mr. Box, he begged me to request of you, as a particular favour, that you would not smoke quite so much.

Box. Did he ? Then you may tell the gentle hatter, with my compliments, that if he objects to the effluvia of tobacco, he had better domesticate himself in some adjoining parish.

Mrs. B. Oh, Mr. Box! You surely wouldn't deprive me of a lodger? [Pathetically. Box. It would come to precisely the same thing, Bouncer, because if I detect the slightest attempt to put my pipe out, I at once give you warning that I shall give you warning at once.

Mrs. B. Well, Mr. Box-do you want anything more of me?

Box. On the contrary-I've had quite enough of you! Mrs. B. Well, if ever! What next, I wonder?

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[Goes out at L. C., slamming door after her. Box. It's quite extraordinary, the trouble I always have to get rid of that venerable female! She knows I'm all night, and yet she seems to set her face against my indulging in a horizontal position by day. Now, let me see -shall I take my nap before I swallow my breakfast, or shall I take my breakfast before I swallow my nap-I mean, shall I swallow my nap before-no-never mind! I've got a rasher of bacon somewhere-[Feeling in his pockets]-I've the most distinct and vivid recollection of having purchased a rasher of bacon-Oh, here it is-[Produces it, wrapped in paper, and places it on table.]—and a penny roll. The next thing is to light the fire. Where are my lucifers? [Looking on mantel-piece R., and taking box, opens it.] Now, 'pon my life, this is too bad of Bouncer-this is, by several degrees, too bad! I had a whole box full, three days ago, and now there's only one! I'm perfectly aware that she purloins my coals and my candles, and my sugar-but I did think—oh, yes, I did think my lucifers would be sacred! [Takes candlestick off the mantel-piece, R., in which there is a very small end of candle ―looks at it.] Now I should like to ask any unprejudiced person or persons their opinion touching this candle. In the first place, a candle is an article that I don't require,

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because I'm only at home in the day time-and I bought this candle on the first of May-Chimney-sweepers' Day --calculating that it would last me three months, and here's one week not half over, and the candle three parts gone! [Lights the fire-then takes down a gridiron, which is hanging over the fireplace, R.] Mrs. Bouncer has been using my gridiron! The last article of consumption that I cooked upon it was a pork chop, and now it is powerfully impregnated with the odour of red herrings! Places gridiron on fire, and then, with a fork, lays rasher of bacon on the gridiron.] How sleepy I am, to be sure! I'd indulge myself with a nap, if there was anybody here to superintend the turning of my bacon. [Yawning again.] Perhaps it will turn itself. I must lie down-so, here goes. [Lies on the bed, closing the curtains round him-after a short pauseEnter Cox, hurriedly, L. c.

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Cox. Well, wonders will never cease! being eleven minutes and a half behind time, I was sneaking into the shop, in a state of considerable excitement, when my venerable employer, with a smile of extreme benevolence on his aged countenance, said to me—“ Cox, I shan't want you to-day-you can have a holiday."Thoughts of "Gravesend and back-fare, One Shilling," instantly suggested themselves, intermingled with visions of "Greenwich for Fourpence!" Then came the Twopenny Omnibuses, and the Halfpenny boats-in short, I'm quite bewildered! However, I must have my breakfast first-that'll give me time to reflect. I've bought a mutton chop, so I shan't want any dinner. [Puts chop on table.] Good gracious! I've forgot the bread. Holloa! what's this? A roll, I declare! Come, that's lucky! Now, then, to light the fire. Holloa-[Seeing the lucifer-box on table,] -who presumes to touch my box of lucifers? Why, it's empty! I left one in it-I'll take my oath I did. Heydey! why, the fire is lighted! Where's the gridirou? On the fire, I declare! And what's that on it? Bacon? Bacon it is! Well, now, 'pon my life, there is a quict coolness about Mrs. Bouncer's proceedings that's almost amusing. She takes my last lucifer-my coals, and my gridiron, to cook her breakfast by! No, no-I can't stand this! Come out of that! [Pokes fork into bacon, and puts it on a plate on the table, hen places his chop on the gridiron,

which he puts on the fire.] Now, then, for my breakfast things. [Taking key, hung up, L. opens door L. and goes out, slamming the door after him, with a loud noise.

Box. [Suddenly showing his head from behind the curtains.] Come in! if it's you, Mrs. Bouncer—you needn't be afraid. I wonder how long I've been asleep? [Suddenly recollecting.] Goodness gracious-my bacon! [Leaps off bed, and runs to the fireplace.] Holloa! what's this? A chop! Whose chop? Mrs. Bouncer's, I'll be bound.She thought to cook her breakfast while I was asleepwith my coals, too-and my gridiron! Ha, ha! But where's my bacon? [Seeing it on table.] Here it is. Well, 'pon my life, Bouncer's going it! And shall I curb my indignation? Shall I falter in my vengeance? No! [Digs the fork into the chop, opens window, and throws chop outshuts window again.] So much for Bouncer's breakfast, and now for my own! [With the fork he puts the bacon on the gridiron again.] I may as well lay my breakfast things.[Goes to mantel-piece at R., takes key out of one of the ornaments, opens door at R. and exit, slamming door after him.

Cox. [Putting his head in quickly at L.] Come in-come in! [Opens door L. c. Enters with a small tray, on which are tea things, &c., which he places on drawers, L. and suddenly recollects. Oh, goodness! my chop! [Running to fireplace. Holloa-what's this? The bacon again! Oh, pooh! Zounds-confound it-dash it-damn it—I can't stand this! [Pokes fork into bacon, opens window, and flings it out, shuts window again, returns to drawers for tea things, and encounters Box coming from his cupboard with his tea things-they walk down c. of stage together.] Who are you, sir?

Box. If you come to that-who are you?

Cox. What do you want here, sir?

Box. If you come to that—what do you want?

Cox. [Aside.] It's the printer! [Puts tea things on the drawers.

Box. [Aside. It's the hatter! [Puts tea things on table. Cox. Go to your attic, sir-

Box. My attic, sir? Your attic, sir!

Cox. Printer, I shall do you a frightful injury, if you don't instantly leave my apartment,

Box. Your apartment? You mean my apartment, you contemptible hatter, you!

Cox. Your apartment? Ha ha!-come, I like that! Look here, sir-[Produces a paper out of his pocket.] Mrs. Bouncer's receipt for the last week's rent, sir

Box. [Produces a paper, and holds it close to Cox's face.] Ditto, sir!

Cox. [Suddenly shouting.] Thieves !

Box. Murder!

Both. Mrs. Bouncer! [Each runs to door, L. c., calling. MRS. BOUNCER runs in at door, L. c.

Mrs. B. What is the matter? [Cox and Box seize Mrs.
Bouncer by the arm, and drag her forward.
Box. Instantly remove that hatter !

Cor. Immediately turn out that printer!
Mrs. B. Well-but, gentlemen-

Cox. Explain!

[Pulling her round to him.

Box. Explain! [Pulling her round to him.] Whose room is this?

Cox. Yes, woman-whose room is this?

Box. Doesn't it belong to me?

Mrs. B. No!

Cox. There! You hear, sir-it belongs to me!
Mrs. B. No-it belongs to both of you!

Cox. & Box. Both of us?

[Sobbing.

Mrs. B. Oh, dear, gentlemen, don't be angry-but you see, this gentleman-[Pointing to Box,]-only being at home in the day time, and that gentleman-[Pointing to Cox, at night, I thought I might venture, until my little back second floor room was ready

Cox & Box. [Eagerly.] When will your little back second floor room be ready?

Mrs. B. Why, to-morrow—

Cox. I'll take it!

Box. So will I !

Mrs. B. Excuse me-but if you both take it, you may just as well stop where you are.

Cox & Box. True.

Cox. I spoke first, sir

Box. With all my heart, sir. The little back second floor room is yours, sir-now, go—

Cor. Go? Pooh-pooh!

Mrs. B. Now don't quarrel, gentlemen. You see, there used to be a partition here

Cox & Box. Then put it up!

Mrs. B. Nay, I'll see if I can't get the other room ready this very day. Now do keep your tempers. [Exit, L. Cox. What a disgusting position!

[Walking rapidly round stage. Box. [Sitting down on chair, at one side of table, and following Cox's movements.] Will you allow me to observe, if you have not had any exercise to-day, you'd better go out and take it.

Cox. I shall not do anything of the sort, sir.

[Seating himself at the table opposite Box. Box. Very well, sir.

Cox. Very well, sir! However, don't let me prevent you from going out.

ox. Don't flatter yourself, sir. [Cox is about to break a piece of the roll off] Holloa! that's my roll, sir- [Snatches it away-puts a pipe in his mouth, lights it with a piece of tinder and puffs smoke across to Cox.

Cox. Holloa! What are you about, sir?

Box. What am I about? I'm about to smoke.

Cox. Wheugh! [Goes and opens window at Box's back. Box. Hollo! [Turns round.] Put down that window, sir! Cox. Then put your pipe out, sir!

Box. There!

[Puts pipe on table. Cox. There! [Slams down window, and re-seats himself. Box. I shall retire to my pillow. [Goes up, takes off his jacket, then goes towards bed, and sits upon it, L. C.

Cox. [Jumps up, goes to bed, and sits down on R. of Box.] I beg your pardon, sir-I cannot allow any one to rumple my bed. [Both rising.]

Box. Your bed? Hark ye, sir-can you fight?

Cox. No, sir.

Box. No? Then come on- [Sparring at Cox. Cox. Sit down, sir-or I'll instantly vociferate "Police!" Box. [Seats himself-Cox does the same.] I say, sirCox. Well, sir?

Box. Although we are doomed to occupy the same room for a few hours longer, I don't see any necessity for our cutting each other's throats, sir.

Cox. Not at all. It's an operation that I should decidedly object to.

Box. And, after all, I've no violent animosity to you, sir. Cox. Nor have I ary rooted antipathy to you, sir.

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