VOICE. (outside) Phœbe, Phœbe!
PHŒBE. That’s our third floor’s voice. Is that you, Miss Arabella? Come in.
ARABELLA HARDAPORT enters at door, L. C.
ARABELLA. I’ve got three orders for the theatre to-night, will you come? My cousin, Mr. Luke Sharp, has volunteered to escort us.
PHŒBE. (aside) Another cousin! that makes the thirty-seventh that I know of. (aloud) Much obliged, but I’m engaged—I’m going to Mr. Bunny’s ball.
ARABEL. Well, if you won’t come with us, I’ll say good-bye—Oh, stop! do step down a minute, there’s a good girl, and tell me if my new pork pie suits me.
PHŒBE. Pork pie?
ARABEL. Yes—my hat; it’s a present from Cousin Benjamin.
PHŒBE. (aside) Thirty-eight!
ARABEL. Do oblige me, there’s a dear. And, Phœbe——