Matilda.—Stupid girl, these are clothes-pins.
Miss Spyall.—What a silly creature.
Biddy (aside).—The spalpeen!
Nicholas.—Excuse me. I must get my hat. [Exit L. E.]
Matilda.—Oh, he’s a darling man!
Miss Spyall.—Spe-len-did!(A crash heard.)
Matilda.—What have you done?
Nicholas (groans).—Broken my shins, smashed my hat and upset your toilet stand!
Matilda.—You wretch-edly unfortunate man.
[Enter Nicholas L. E. limping with smashed hat in hand.]