SWEET. (significantly to MRS. SHORT) What do you say, Mrs. Short?
MRS. SHORT. (forces a laugh, turns away her head and frowns—aside) Provoking!
SHORT. (aside, looking contemptuously at SWEET) The idea of his putting up with the affront in this sort of way—Poor Sweet!
SWEET. (aside, to the Audience) Capital joke, isn’t it? Poor Short! Do him all the good in the world when he finds it out, won’t it?
MRS. SWEET. (advancing and addressing the Audience with her finger to her lips) But keep the secret—don’t laugh till the curtain’s down. And if it should so happen—you won’t be offended—that there is anything at all like this going on at home, depend upon it, you might have done worse than coming to see——
SHORT. Short——
SWEET. And Sweet.
Curtain.
Printed by Thomas Scott, 1, Warwick Court, Holborn.