SWEET. Well, what do you want?
MARIA. I beg your pardon, sir, I though my mistress was here.
SWEET. She’s in Mrs. Short’s room. What’s that? (pointing to the book)
MARIA. The fashion book, sir.
SWEET. A capital thought. Give it to me.
MARIA. My mistress told me most particularly, sir, not to give it to any one but her.
SWEET. Never mind; I’ll take it to her myself. (MARIA gives the book) There, that will do. I’ll see to it.
MARIA. Thank you, sir.
Exit door, L. 2 E.
SWEET. I am glad I’ve got hold of this first; perhaps I shall be able to find something she might take a fancy to. I know her taste. (opens the book)