Mrs Dob, (smilingly and officiously) I thought I generally could please you
Tilton (savagely.) You may yerself, but it don�t follow you do others!
(Mrs Dob helps him, sits down, trembles all over, smiles in a paralytical
manner, and after ten minutes space asks him for the salt, which he don�t
Drama the Second.
(Scene, the Dinner table, that meal being in progress, or rather drawing
towards its conclusion.)
Mrs Dob, (with an air of interest and importance) Mary! Mr Tilton�s
Tilton, (to the Slavey) Have you got apple pie?
Mary. Yis Sirr.
Tilton Hot, or cold? (Mrs Dob watches with an air of extreme interest.
Mary. Cold Sirr!
(Tilton�s eyes assume a truculent and revengeful expression, and he incon-
tinently dives at a dish containing clammy rice, a great spoonful of which
he deposits on his plate with vehemence. Mary, with that obscurity of
intellect natural to her, brings a triangular fragment of cold apple pie to
him. He sulkily rebuffs it. Mrs Tilton meekly whispers a few
hurried suggestions about warming it at the stove.
Tilton, (savagely) Oh! Wot they buy at the Shop over the way!
Exit the writer, whistling Lilliburlero after the fashion of Mine Uncle
Toby. Scene closes
Drawing all the afternoon remaining, Homer dozing. In the evening
went forth, and walked into 174 Mulberry, whereat Mr Greatbatch and
family now abide. A low street, but good house. Mr G nailing carpets