Enter HARRIET and CUTAWAY, L.
CUT. Most unlucky! Hymen has extinguished his link for the day, and here we are yet unlinked—too late for the parson.
HAR. Shocking, indeed; to say nothing of the impropriety of my thus running about with you.
CUT. True; we are like odd gloves—a couple unpaired. No matter; to-morrow will unite us for ever. This house has a hopeful name—“The Anchor.”
HAR. The anchor! the very house my aunt was to have brought me to, to send to Mrs. Chargely’s. My place is booked here for that purpose.
CUT. No matter; some one else can represent you. The coach is unlike my heart—it can just admit another. Waiter!—shew us into a private room.
WAITER. Yes, sir; this way.—James, conduct the lady to the blue parlour.
CUT. Blue! another omen—emblem of constancy.
HAR. Single, another day! what a misfortune!
(Exeunt, R.)