Mary. (Jumping up and laughing.) Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho, ho! Oh, dear, never was anything managed so cleverly. Ha, ha, ha, ha! (Throwing off cap and neckerchief.) To think that he didn’t know me; and what a rage he was in. Well, now I’m ready for him in another character. (Takes off her leggings and blouse, and appears dressed as a young man of fashion. Surveys herself in the cheval-glass.) Yes, it will do—it will do—a very smart little fellow, not extensive, but uncommonly well got up. These were the clothes that poor Brown got to be married in; they fit me to a nicety. (Knock at door, L.) Come in.
Enter two WAITERS, L., carrying tray with supper, covered dishes, plates, bottles, &c.
Wai. Supper, sir, ordered by Mr. Widgetts.
Mary. Supper! Oh, yes! All right. Mr. Widgetts is out, but he’ll be back presently; leave it on this table if you please. (Waiter places tray on table, R., back.) There, that will do! Plates, knives, and forks. All right! You need not wait, young man.
Wai. Thank you, sir. Anything else, sir?
Mary. No; everything is beautiful, thank you.
Wai. Thank you, sir. Good night, sir.
Mary. Good night.
[Exit Waiters, L. Mary looks under the covers.]
Lobsters, roast fowl, kidneys. Ah, the ungrateful wretch never asked me to such a supper; but never mind. Hark, I hear him returning.