Lady C. (embracing her). Good-by, darling! good-by!
[Exit F. and E.
Margery. I must see to their lunch-baskets.
[Exit Margery. Curtain falls.
Scene II.—Pretended gypsies seated in a tent, or on the ground. Old Woman counting over silver, Old Man looking on. He is dressed in old, ill-fitting clothes. Woman has a black handkerchief wound about her head, shabby dress, blue stockings, and something bright around her neck.
Man. Wal, old Beauty Spot, how many d’ye count?
Woman. Eight spoons, six forks, five thimbles, one cup.
Man. Is that all we’ve took on this beat?
Woman. Not by somethin’! Look ye here, dad! (Holds up a ladle.)
Man (delighted). Now you be the beater! (Rubs his hands.) Let’s take a look. (Examines it.) Real, is’t? But where’s Peg?