Nelly. Now, Charley, don’t be jealous. I’ve no doubt Jenny will explain matters to your entire satisfaction. (Persis knocks at door L.) Ah, who’s that?
Charles (moving to door L.). It’s the cat. Scat, pussy, pussy, pussy!
Nelly, R. (changes photograph in note for another). I’ll see if we cannot put a new face upon the matter. (Aloud) Here’s your note, Charley. Don’t be jealous; it doesn’t look well in a man at all. [Exit R.
Charles. Now to let the captain out. (Goes to door R.; raps). I say, captain—coast clear!
(Enter Bobstay, with a calico skirt pinned about his waist, a red shawl over his shoulders, and a straw bonnet on his head.)
Gracious! what’s the meaning of that rig?
Bobstay. Disguise; run the gantlet; slip my cable. See, I’m here—I’m gone. If anybody asks for Bobstay, you know—mysteriously disappeared. [Goes to door C.
(Enter Mrs. Cleverly, C.)
Mrs. C. One moment, if you please.
Bobstay (aside). Shiver my timbers, it’s Jenny!