Pos monologue — A Desperate Game: A Comic Drama in One Act

Of course, it was! would you allow a fellow to walk off with your property without making a fight of it, not you, my trojan--I mean your worship! but I'll tell you all about it. I had just arrived from London, and finding that cousin Somerton had that instant returned home from a ball, I determined to give her an agreeable surprise, and for that purpose I was walking on tiptoe along that passage, when I was almost knocked off my legs by a piercing shriek. "My cousin in danger," said I, "then Postlethwaite to the rescue," said I, and with an unfaltering grasp I seized the handle of the door--it was locked, upon which with one blow of this fist--you know my muscular power--I knocked the door clean off its hinges.