Enter MRS. LARKINGS, at C., in fashionable evening dress.—LADIES and GENTLEMEN are seen promenading within—Music.
MRS. L. (seeing the ladies) Ah! you’ve arrived at last, I quite began to despair of you.
WOOD. (still at door R., he has got the two opera cloaks, the hat, and the comforter, and is holding up and examining an Inverness cape) Holloa! this isn’t my Inverness cape! I’ll take my oath this is not my Inverness cape!
MRS. L. Why! What is Mr. Woodcock about?
MRS. W. (plaintively) Getting our things together to go home! He’s either lost or mislaid our fans and gloves!
MRS. L. What of that! I can supply you with no end of fans, and dozens of pairs of gloves!
| MRS. C. | } | Oh, thank you—thank you! |
| MRS. W. |
(WOODCOCK, who overhears this, rolls all the things together in a lump and flings them back into the room with disgust)
MRS. L. But what makes you so late?