A Day Well Spent: A Farce, in One Act

by John Oxenford

Room at Mrs. Chargely’s. Large Gothic window, opening upon lawn.

MRS. CHARGELY discovered sitting, and BRIDGET busied about.

MRS. C. Bridget!

BRIDG. Yes, ma’am.

MRS. C. Miss Harriet Cotton, according to the letter I read to you, must soon be here. Heigho! a persecuted being, like I was at seventeen.

BRIDG. La, ma’am!

MRS. C. Yes, her love is disapproved of, and she is sent here to be far from the object of her affections. Heigho! just my case.

BRIDG. Why, ma’am, I thought the object of your affections ran away from you.

MRS. C. Ahem! It might be so; but, however, Bridget, it came to just the same thing in the end. My fate teaches me mercy. I am determined to shew every kindness to this Harriet, though my letter tells me that Mr. Cutaway is dauntless in pursuing her;—just my case.

BRIDG. On the contrary, ma’am, your admirer seems to have been dauntless in pursuing the opposite direction.