MISS B. Here is my bosom friend, Mrs. Stitchley, says she would like to be of the party. This little gentleman will be a nice beau for her.
BOLT. (Whispers.) I say, Bob—we shall go halves.
MISS B. Lend me your arm, sir. We married folks lead the way. Two hearts lead.
MRS. S. Yes, my little gentleman, we can’t do better than follow suit.
MIZ. Oh, we’re a couple of trumps. I wish I could cut out of this game.
(Exeunt, two and two.)
[SCENE IV.]
(A Room at an Inn—A window open, with balcony, a little to the R. in flat—A large screen, folded up and leaning against the flat—The only entrance is by a door in set wing L. 2 E.—tables and chairs—WAITER discovered busied about.)