Miss Trelawny—do you think she'll regard me as a blot on the banquet? [wistfully] do you, Beccy?
Mrs. Mossop.
She! la! don't distress yourself. She'll be too excited to notice you.
Tom.
H'm, yes! now I recollect, she has always been that. Thanks, Beccy.
[A knock, at the front-door, is heard. Mrs. Mossop hurries to the window down the stage.]
Mrs. Mossop.
Who's that? [Opening the window and looking out.] It's Miss Parrott! Miss Parrott's arrived!
Tom.
Jenny Parrott? Has Jenny condescended———?