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MR TODD 
 
 
Too suspicious—a nasty, sly, sneaking fellow !  Higgin-
botham, Ramspittle, Rosenbaum, Hoggenheimer, Flipp, 
Montgomery, MacAn—no, hang it !  no hope in a Mac—
Schpliechenspitzel, 
Togahening, 
Adams, 
Blitzenstein, 
Cznechzaditzch—no use.  I wonder where I caught that 
cold !  who the devil is there that I could ask ?   
 
[Enter THOMAS —OSSORY’S back toward door.  
THOMAS.  Mr. Todd.   
 
[Enter TODD—OSSORY doesn’t turn.  
OSSORY.  I can’t see him, Thomas.  [Turns.] I beg your 
pardon, Mr. Todd.  The fact is, I’m damnably worried 
over pay-day.    I don’t know you very well, but I 
have a sound business proposition to put before you.  
I think you might help me.  God knows I have tried 
every one else.  Now——  
[TODD takes him by the shoulder and whispers 
in his ear.  
Why, really, that is good of you—damned good of you !  
Why, damme, sir !  you’re a public benefactor.  Come, let 
us arrange the preliminaries——  
[They go out, OSSORY clinging tightly to TODD’S 
arm.  Enter MRS. OSSORY and CARR, dressed 
for walking.  
MRS. OSSORY.  She cut me !  You saw it !  She cut me 
absolutely dead !    
CARR.  Possibly she didn’t see you.  
[As MRS. OSSORY is not looking, he employs a 
gesture which lessens the likelihood of this, by 
calling attention to her bulk.  
MRS. OSSORY.  I know she saw me.  My only Duchess !