Scene
XI
The street, as before.
Enter Tripes, from Turnstile’s house.
Tripes
Putting on his hat. He might have been more civil, too;—though he did count upon me for his chairman. But I’ll show him that I’m not to be insulted; and if, MacLeech manages the matter well for Charles, this Mr. Philosopher Turnstile, though he thinks himself so clever, may go to the devil.
Exit.