Can't act!
Avonia.
No, dear old girl, she's lost it; it's gone from her—the trick of it——
[Tom enters by the door on the right, carrying a table-cover of a bright pattern.]
Tom.
[Coming upon Mrs. Mossop, disconcerted.] Oh——!
Mrs. Mossop.
My first-floor table-cover!
Tom.
Y—y—yes. [Exchanging the table-covers.] I thought, as the Telfers have departed, and as their late sitting room is at present vacant, that Miss Trelawny might enjoy the benefit—hey?