driver down South, hath no ostensible means of living, believed to be
a black leg, anything bad you will, Chaffed intensely by Mason ^|is he| in a
minor degree by Surtees, [words crossed out] and detested
in a minor or major degree by all, little nincompoop Dob has had things
said to her of this fellow which if she be not guilty (I fear she is as I
can�t imagine any woman so completely in a man�s power as she appears to be
without grave suspicion; � besides she�s such a fool;) � is wonder to think
of. Tilton�s had his meals in�s own room of late, for this ludicrous
reason. He brought home a little terrier pup, which the boy Dobson made
much of; � the animal being in the room as wont of an evening, at the supper
table, Alf takes him up and lets him lap up milk out of his saucer.
Mason smiles depreciatingly, poor, tall, sick looking Mrs Tilton smiles,
Homer looks in hard astonishment, Boggs gets intensely red in the face,
(as he always does on the smallest provocation), and nudges his little, quaint,
good-tempered, affectionate wife to see. Suddenly Tilton rises, quits his
supper and hurrys away from the room. Little Dob glides round full
of intense spite, collars the dog, and with a �Mr Waud, there are
limits to every thing � � puts puppy out of the room. Intense suppressed
fun thereon, little explosive roars of laughter, and Boggs awfully red in
the face. Surtees overjoyed and Mason almost driving the little woman wild
with his remarks. This occurred some four days before Alf�s de-
parture, and during his stay Tilton had his meals sent into his room,
and has but now appeared. Two former Tiltonian Dramas ought to
have been Chronicled, so have at them.
Drama the First.
Scene. The Breakfast Table at early morning. Tilton having disposed
of the portion of steak allotted to himself, by himself, hands his plate to
Mrs Dob for more, with severe directions regarding the same.