Vapid. Behind the sofa! here's an incident!
Mari. Nay—pray—she's here! come—quick!—quick!—
[Vapid gets behind the Sofa, Marianne sits on it, takes out her work bag, and begins singing——
Mari. Toll de roll, &c.
Enter Lady Waitfor't.
Lady. Marianne, how came you here? I desire you'll leave the room directly.
Mari. Leave the room, aunt?
Lady. Yes, leave the room immediately—what are you looking at?
Mari. Nothing, aunt, nothing—Lord! lord! what will become of poor, poor Mr Poet?
[Exit.