Lady Barmouth receives Information.
“Maude, I will not allow it,” cried Lady Barmouth, one morning. “That wretched organ man is always haunting this house, and you are constantly giving him money.”
“The poor fellow is a foreigner and in distress, and he does no harm,” said Maude.
“No harm? He distracts me with his dreadful noise.”
“Plays that tune from Trovatore where the fellow’s shut up rather nicely,” said his lordship, rubbing his leg.
“Barmouth!”
“Yes, my dear.”
“Be quiet. And mind this, Maude, I have given instructions to the servants that this dreadful Italian is to be sent away.”
“Very well, mamma,” said Maude, coldly, “only be fair—send every man away who comes to the house. Be consistent in what you do.”
“Is the girl mad?” exclaimed Lady Barmouth. “What does she mean?”