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._