Chapter VI: Act III: GEOFFREY boxes with his trainer, and slings Indian clubs and

wooden dumb-bells_.

GEOFFREY. "There! Thank heaven I didn't break anything. The scenery, the footlights, or a bloodvessel will get broken before the week is out, however, if this prize-ring business isn't cut out. Here comes ARNOLD."

ARNOLD. "How's Miss SYLVESTER?"

GEOFFREY. "If you say anything more about her, I'll put a head on you. She's your wife. You're a married man."

ARNOLD. "_Married_! You infamous editor of a two cent daily paper; I deny it. (_Curtain again falls, and_ STOEPEL _plays the entire opera of_ ERNANI _for two hours. Deaf old gentleman remarks that music is the_ STOEPEL _entertainment at this theatre, and that he really likes it. The rest of the audience look at him with horror, as though he were a sort of aggravated and superfluous cannibal_.)