Nicholas (takes bottle).—Jamaica Ginger.
Matilda.—The idea! Bread and ginger. Why, Biddy, you are certainly becoming insane.
Miss Spyall (aside).—I thought they were too mean to have cake and wine, I thought it was a pound cake. How disappointed and hungry I feel. (Aloud) I wonder if it still rains?
Nicholas.—Be seated, ladies. Biddy, go to the door, and see if it has stopped raining.—(Matilda and Miss Spyall take seats at table).
I will see if I can find an umbrella for Miss Spyall. [Exit L. E.]
Pat.—(Pat’s head rises slowly from behind table).
Miss Spyall.—Does Mr. Neverslip smoke much?
Matilda.—Never at all. Why do you ask?
Miss Spyall.—I thought I detected a strong odor of an old pipe.
Pat.—(aside) Ye spalpeen! (Pulls her ear and stoops behind table).