Miss Spyall (from without).—Take this card to——
Biddy (from without).—They’re out, mum.
Miss Spyall.—Then I’ll just step in a moment and write a line or two.
Biddy.—But they’re out!
Matilda.—Oh grief! It is that awful Spyall; good-bye opera to-night.
Nicholas.—We might as well give up now.
[Enter Biddy L. E. walking backward followed by Miss Spyall.]
Miss Spyall (aside).—Out of the street; ah! I understand! (Extends hands to Nicholas and Matilda)—(aloud) How delighted I am to see you! What! going out?
Biddy.—Yis, out; they’re out—outward bound, I forgot part of the wurruds.
Nicholas.—Silence, Bridget!