Bother it! It’s sp’iled my dear little missy’s honeymoon. Jest as master is stroking the back of her little ’and, or dear missy is a’ goin’ to droop her head on master’s shoulder, in comes Weaver with “Somebody to look at the wall!” Lovin’ master as she do, why don’t she wipe it off and a’ done with it!
[Mrs. Stonehay’s voice is heard within the house.]
Mrs. Stonehay.
There is a step there, Irene—I have already struck my foot.
Priscilla.
Hush! Don’t show it ’em, Weaver.
Weaver.
I must. The villa was let to us on condition that all visitors was allowed to see the cartoon. This way, please.
[He shows in Mrs. Stonehay, a pompous-looking woman with an arrogant and artificial manner, and her daughter Irene, a handsome girl of about twenty, cold in speech and bearing.]