What will they say at Brompton? A Comedetta, in One Act.

by J. Stirling Coyne

Grim. (R.) The noble and excellent Signor Jacopo Terreboli, who will be proud to offer your excellency the hospitalities of his princely mansion.

Mrs. T. (C., aside and looking round the apartment) First appearances are not much in favour of the mansion,—or its master. (curtseys to Jacopo) Signor—a—

Grim. (R.) Jacopo Terreboli.

Mrs. T. (C.) I fear I am intruding.

Jaco. (bowing, L.) By no means, signora. I am never more happy than when distinguished ladies like yourself honour me by a visit. You are travelling, I perceive.

Mrs. T. Yes, on my journey to Naples, in search of my husband, when my vetturino was overturned at the foot of the hill.

Jaco. Accidents do frequently happen to carriages at that particular spot. But my band—ahem! my servants were at hand to render you assistance, signora?

Mrs. T. I never received greater attention in my life. That gentleman took charge of my luggage—and this—gentleman—(designating Grimbaldi)

Jaco. (L.) My major-domo! (Grimbaldi, R., bows profoundly)

Mrs. T. Gave himself the trouble to secure my watch, rings, and other valuables.