WAITER. Hollo, James! James! bustle about; four more on the stairs!—shew them in here; all the other rooms are full. What a house we have to-day.
Enter BOLT, MIZZLE, MISS B., and MRS. S., L. H. D.
BOLT. Sit down, ladies,—sit down.
MISS B. What a charming place!
MRS. S. Yes, but any place would be charming in such company.
(The ladies sit at table, R.)
MISS B. (Aside.) If he is only playing tricks I’ll be even with him.—My dear Steele, you have forgotten your gallantry; don’t you ask us to take any refreshments?
MIZ. (Aside.) There they begin already! I thought they looked like appetites.—Here, Waiter!
WAITER. Yes, sir.