Nicholas.—We have an engagement.
Miss Spyall.—A wedding? That’s it! I know. Who is it? Do tell me if it is Nancy Beadle? I thought she and John——
Matilda.—My husband and I are about going down town on important business, it is time we were there now.
Miss Spyall.—Anything important? You know I can be trusted.
Nicholas.—Gone! gone! gone!
Miss Spyall.—Hey?
Matilda.—Miss Spyall, you will please excuse me this evening, we must go at once.
[Enter Biddy R. E. with, clothes-pins in each hand.]
Nicholas (pointing to watch).—We’ve lost our seats. (Matilda and Miss Spyall take seats.)
Biddy (to Nicholas).—Niver moind me; still, I’ll bring two chairs from the dining-room if ye insist. (To Matilda) Here’s the puns, mum.