Comediettas and Farces

by John Maddison Morton

SIR F. (hurrying down). Now, colonel, on to your couch before Myrtle sees you! (edging him up towards couch).

COL. (resisting). But I don’t want to go to sleep! I’m thoroughly wide-awake.

SIR F. Nonsense! (forces COLONEL on couch, and heaping pillows over him).

COL. (showing his head). Tuck me up if you like, but, confound it, don’t smother me! (keeps rising, SIR FELIX pushing him down again at each attempt).

ARTH. (putting his head out from curtain). Sir Felix!

COL. (showing his head above couch). Sir Felix! (SIR F. seizes the nearest pillow and throws it at COLONEL’S head).

SIR F. Silence! both of you!

Enter MYRTLE at door L. H.

MYRT. (laughing aside as she enters). Ha! ha! poor Sir Felix! Grace has told me all, and I am to humor the joke, while she watches the result from the conservatory!