I'd better write it now, before my head gets well again.
You simple, foolish, Cis! If your head is so queer, shall I tell you what to say?
_POPHAM enters, carrying a tray with breakfast dishes._
[_To herself._] He won't think so much of _her_ now. His breakfast is my triumph. [_To CIS._] Coffee, bacon, and a teacake.
Hush! Master Farringdon is writing something very important.
[_Going to the window._] That's a cab at our door.
[_He picks up his boots and goes out quickly._
[_Following him with the paper and inkstand._] Cis! Cis! You haven't finished the promise! You haven't finished the promise!
[_Heard outside._] All right, sir--I've got you--I've got you.
The master and a policeman! [_LUGG enters supporting MR. POSKET who sinks into an armchair with a groan._] Oh, what's the matter?
All right, my good girl, you run downstairs and fetch a drop of brandy and water.
Now don't take on so, sir. It's what might happen to any married gentleman. Now, you're all right now, sir. And I'll hurry back to the Court to see whether they've sent for Mr. Bullamy.
Oh, come now, sir, what _is_ seven days! Why many a married gentleman in your position, sir, would have been glad to have made it fourteen.
Certainly, sir. [_POPHAM re-enters with a small tumbler of brandy and water; he takes it from her and drinks it._] It's not wanted. I'm thankful to say he's better.
[_To LUGG._] If you please, cook presents her compliments, and she would be glad of the pleasure of your company downstairs, before leavin'.
Agatha and Lukyn! Agatha and Lukyn supping together at the Hotel des Princes, while I was at home and asleep--while I ought to have been at home and asleep! It's awful!
[_Looking in at the door and entering._] Hallo, Guv!
Where did I fetch! You wretched boy! I fetched Kilburn, and I'll fetch you a sound whipping when I recover my composure.
For leading me astray, sir. Yours is the first bad companionship I have ever formed! Evil communication with you, sir, has corrupted me! [_Taking CIS by the collar and shaking him._] Why did you abandon me at Kilburn?
Because you were quite done, and I branched off to draw the crowd away from you after me.
Did you, Cis, did you? [_Putting his hand on CIS'S shoulder._] My boy--my boy! Oh, Cis, we're in such trouble!