[_politely to_ LANDLORD]. Good morning, monsieur, delighted to
see----
LANDLORD. Hang your compliments--I want no more of them.
BRUM. My good sir, you surprise me!
LAND. [_to_ WAITER]. Get his rubbish together--for out he goes, and no
mistake. [_To_ BRUMMELL.] Now, Mr. Brummell, can you pay me--or can't
you--or won't you?
BRUM. Dear, dear me! We'll talk about it.
LAND. No, we won't. I'll have it--or out you bundle this minute.
BRUM. [_rising_]. Sir, I am a gentleman--a poor one, it is true; and
this hand, fleshless as it is--is strong enough to chastise a man who
forgets it! [BRUMMELL _falls back in chair exhausted._]
LAND. [_to_ WAITER]. Now for it--out with him! [LANDLORD _and_ WAITER
_rush forward, and are about to seize_ BRUMMELL.]
_Enter_ FOTHERBY
FOTHER. [_pushing back_ LANDLORD _and_ WAITER]. Put your hands on the
old man at your peril.
LAND. Do you know that you are in my house, sir?--stand back!
FOTHER. Do you know that you are in my rooms, sir? [_Throws paper to
him_.] I think you will find that regular.
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