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

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Mrs. Mossop.

Jenny! Where are your manners, Mr. Wrench? Tom.

[Grandiloquently.] Miss Imogen Parrott, of the Olympic Theatre.

Mrs. Mossop.

[At the door, to Ablett.] Put your coat on, Ablett. We are not selling cabbages. [She disappears and is heard speaking in the distance.] Step up, Miss Parrott! Tell Miss Parrott to mind that mat, Sarah—!

Be quick, Ablett, be quick! The élite is below! More dispatch, good Ablett!

Ablett.

[To Tom, spitefully, while struggling into his coat.] Miss Trelawny's leavin' will make all the difference to the old "Wells." The season'll terminate abrupt, and then the comp'ny 'll be h'out, Mr. Wrench—h'out, sir!

Tom.

[Adjusting his necktie, at the mirror over the piano.] Which will lighten the demand for the spongy turnip and the watery marrow, my poor Ablett.