BOLT and MIZZLE go up.
MRS. S. Hoity toity! Certainly not!—and, Waiter, I hate dining in public; I insist on that screen being put up.
WAITER. To be sure. (Putting up screen so as to divide room in two, then arranging a small table and chair on the side next the door.)—Your fowls are done brown, ladies.
MIZ. (Aside.) Done brown? Yes, and so are we done brown—by Miss Brown, too!
Enter 2nd WAITER and COTTON, L. 2 E.
2nd WAITER. Here, sir; there is a party the other side of the screen; our inn is so full, sir.
COT. No matter; this will do. (Sits at small table.) Bring up some cold meat directly, and the paper.
(Exeunt both WAITERS, L. 2 E.)
MIZ. Stay, I’ve a thought!—there may be an Irish cousin, or naval officer, there. I’ll peep through. (Looks through crevice of screen.)—Oh—
BOLT. Ladies, what I have to say is——