Trelawny of The "Wells": A Comedietta in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

The table is prepared, William. Arthur, I assume you would prefer to sit and contemplate Rose——?

Arthur.

Thank you, aunt.

[Rose sneezes violently, and is led away, helplessly, by Arthur.]

Miss Gower.

[To Rose.] Oh, my dear child! [Looking round.] Where are Frederick and Clara?

[Appearing from behind the screen, shamefacedly.] Here.

[The intending players cut the pack and seat themselves. Sir William sits facing Captain de Foenix, Miss Gower on the right of the table, and Clara on the left.]

Arthur.

[While this is going on, to Rose.] Are you in pain, dearest? Rose!