Sartorius is a wealthy landlord, who makes his money from the
LICKCHEESE. Good morning, sir.
SARTORIUS [harsh and peremptory] Good morning.
LICKCHEESE [taking a little sack of money from his bag] Not much this morning, sir. I have just had the honor of making Dr Trench's acquaintance, sir.
SARTORIUS [looking up from his writing, displeased] Indeed ?
LICKCHEESE. Yes, sir. Dr Trench asked his way of me, and was kind enough to drive me from the station.
SARTORIUS. Where is he, then?
LICKCHEESE. I left him in the hall, with his friend, sir. I should think he is speaking to Miss Sartorius.
SARTORIUS. Hm! What do you mean by his friend?
LICKCHEESE. There is a Mr Cokane with him, sir.
SARTORIUS. I see you have been talking to him, eh?
LICKCHEESE. As we drove along: yes, sir.
SARTORIUS [sharply] Why did you not come