A letter is put under the door, Cox picks up the letter and opens it. He knows I'm up all night, and yet he seems to set his face against my indulging in a horizontal position by day. Didn't you very properly observe just now, sir, that I proposed to her first? A young woman claimed that her landlord should refund some money she lent him, and his answer was, that he was owed rent by her for the letting of half a room. Will you be quiet, sir? Taking key hung up l. Goes behind the curtains of the bed and seems to be making it—then appears with a very thin bolster in his hand.
Now then, sir - heads win? It looks like a B. And mine— about to shake hands—a postman's knock heard at the street door. Now, then, to light the fire. I wish to know how it is that I frequently find my apartment full of smoke? Box should come in before Mr. Bouncer's nephew left a pair here yesterday. In Frisette, an unscrupulous landlady rents the same room to a young woman Frisette, a lace-maker by night, and to a young man Gaudrion, a baker by day. But they wouldn't have me - they actually had the effrontery to say that I was too short - Cox.
No, sir - not you, nor any other man alive! Box and Cox are delighted, and the romance of real life concludes with the discovery that Box and Cox are brothers, who have been long separated, but who are now determined to reside in the same house, and under the tenancy of the same mistress. Why not exactly: and yet, at present, I'm only aware of one obstacle to my doating upon her, and that is, that I can't abide her. These are met with various excuses—amongst others, that Box, who, she says, occupies the attic, is a determined smoker, and that the smoke must naturally descend down the chimney. I was so dreadfully puzzled to know what to say when Mr. I'm speaking of tobacco smoke, Mrs.
For Figure 10, could you explain why the mean was set to the mean of the original data instead of the square of the mean of the transformed data i. They reject the second-floor back room and determine to reside permanently in the same room, and under the tenancy of the same landlady. Cox is, on his return, astonished to find the fire lighted, and is about to place his chop on the gridiron, when he beholds the rasher of Box. The Box-Cox power transformation is not a guarantee for normality. You surely wouldn't deprive me of a lodger? Matthews assumed the role of Cox later in the run.
Anything to accommodate you, Mr. Don't think of me, Box—I shall be sufficiently rewarded by the knowledge of my Box's happiness. Printer, I shall do you a frightful injury, if you don't instantly leave my apartment. So much for Bouncer's breakfast, and now for my own! I shall go on till my luck changes, sir! The two argue about which of them is obliged to do so, and eventually they call for pistols. Now then, to put the key where Mr.
Who's Who in the Theatre fourteenth ed. How can that be, sir? A later musical adaptation, Daye and Knight, with libretto by Walter Parke and music by Louise Barone, was presented by the at , London, in 1895. It was as much your fault as mine, sir? And I was particularly emphatic in my instructions to the hair-dresser, only to cut the ends off. A cab's drawn up at the door! Takes candlestick off the mantle-piece, R. The lowest throw, of course, wins Penelope Ann? But then, you've all day to yourself. The Era London of Sunday 7 th November 1847 published this review of Box and Cox: The Royal Lyceum. Far be it from me, Bouncer, to hurry your movements, but I think it right to acquaint you with my immediate intention of divesting myself of my garments, and going to bed.
Other words or phrases of theatrical origin: sufficiently clothed to see visitors. Suppose we draw lots for the lady - eh, Mr. And we can't abandon our landlady, can we? Putting his head in quickly at L. Have you seen the Bosjemans, sir? Because the transformation operation was taking the square root, the back-transformation involved squaring the transformed data: Nice article. I don't say I do, Mrs. No: I dare say that does make a difference.
Cox And I was about to marry the interesting creature you so cruelly deceived. On the fire, I declare! The magistrate decided that Mademoiselle was entitled to a whole bed—and if such was not provided, she should have half a one exclusively to herself. Now, then, to put the key where Mr. He has bought a mutton chop and, going to cook it on the gridiron, finds the fire already lit and the rasher of bacon on the gridiron. Luckily they've never met yet—and what's more, they're not very likely to do so: for Mr. If you come to that - who are you? Russell Smythe and John Fryatt are just as impressive vocally, Smythe with a sonorous baritone and Fryatt with a ringing tenor voice, and also characterise their roles of Cox and Box splendidly.
Buckingham as Mrs Cox, and Mrs Selby as Mrs Bouncer. ! Didn't you very properly observe just now, sir, that I proposed to her first? Oh - yes - the gentleman in the attic, sir. It was played privately, then given a successful production by the in 1869, followed by other revivals. Just my case three months ago at Margate. It spawned two sequels by other authors, and was adapted as a one-act in 1866 by the dramatist and the composer , , which also became popular and continues to be performed regularly. It's obviously for me to retire - Not for worlds would I disturb the rapturous meeting between you and your intended. With all my heart, sir.
Well, wonders will never cease! Places gridiron on fire, and then, with fork, lays rasher of bacon on the gridiron. It emerges that Cox is about to be married to a widow, Penelope Anne Wiggins, a prosperous proprietress of at and. Come in - come in! Now, let me see - shall I take my nap before I swallow my breakfast, or shall I take my breakfast before I swallow my nap - I mean, shall I swallow my nap before - no - never mind! Buckstone and Compton in the parts and who has not? They invariably meet on the stairs of the lodging-house when one comes in from work as the other is going out, but neither has any idea that Mrs Bouncer is letting his room to the other. She takes my last lucifer - my coals, and my gridiron to cook her breakfast by! Now, let me see—shall I take my nap before I swallow my breakfast, or shall I take my breakfast before I swallow my nap—I mean shall I swallow my nap before—no—never mind! Cox then returns, having been given the day off by his employer. Doesn't it belong to me? Perhaps it will turn itself. And your shilling has got two heads, sir! I declare I was all in a tremble for fear Mr.