Mary Broome: A Comedy, in Four Acts

by Allan Monkhouse

TIMBRELL. Mary? Why?

MRS. TIMBRELL. Well, she’s the bride, I suppose. Of course, Sheila had her turn long ago.

TIMBRELL. The bride! [He is staggered but doesn’t know what to say.]

MRS. TIMBRELL. This little party is really in her honour.

TIMBRELL. In her honour. [He repeats it helplessly.]

ADA. Really, Mother, I think this is rather unnecessary.

SHEILA. Mrs. Pendleton would hardly expect to go after Mary.

[Enter maidservant.]

SERVANT. Mr. and Mrs. Pendleton.

[They enter—salutations, &c. MR. PENDLETON wears a swallow-tail, black tie, &c. MRS. PENDLETON, a ponderous compromise. They are a respectable middle-class couple.]