Cramp. We did not expect you to-night, Ma’am. Did you not purpose sleeping at Mouseton?
Miss C. The inn was chock-full.
Cramp. But how came you to be on foot? You never have walked all the way! Where is your conveyance? It would be of the utmost service to me.
Miss C. Smashed on the road.
Cramp. Well, if all the gigs and cabs in England are not in coalition against me this day! And where is your luggage?
Miss C. Coming. You did not expect me to carry it on my back, like a snail, did ye?
Wrig. Miss Cob, like an experienced general, leaves her baggage in the rear.
Nell. I should rather have expected to find it in the van. You are very wet, Ma’am; shall I help you off with your cloak?
Miss C. O never mind. I’m neither sugar nor salt; only it’s a plaguy thing to have one’s dress so long, walking through such a bog.