Mrs. Roberts monologue — The Garotters

‘Up? He’s been _robbed_!—robbed on the Common, not five minutes ago! A whole gang of garotters surrounded him under the Old Elm—or just where it used to be—and took his watch away! And he ran after them, and knocked the largest of the gang down, and took it back again. He wasn’t hurt, but we’re afraid he’s been injured internally; he may be bleeding internally _now_—Oh, do you think he is, Willis? Don’t you think we ought to send for a physician?—That, and the cologne I gave him to drink. It’s the brandy I poured on his head makes him smell so. And he all so exhausted he couldn’t speak, and I didn’t know what I was doing, either; but he’s promised—oh yes, he’s promised!—never, never to do it again.’ She again flings her arms about her husband, and then turns proudly to her brother.