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

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Gadd.

[Earnestly.] I'm hitting them hard this season, my darling. To-night, Sir Thomas Clifford. They're simply waiting for my Clifford.

Imogen.

But who on earth is your Julia?

Gadd.

Ha! Mrs. Telfer goes on for it—a venerable stopgap. Absurd, of course; but we daren't keep my Clifford from them any longer.

Imogen.

You'll miss Rose Trelawny in business pretty badly, I expect, Gadd?

Gadd.

[With a shrug of the shoulders.] She was to have done Rosalind for my benefit. Miss Fitzhugh joins on Monday; I must pull her through it somehow.