MRS. C. Well, I will just go and adjust my head-dress. You will shew the young lady every attention if she should arrive meanwhile. Heigho! I dare say her delicate heart is in a fine state of palpitation. Just my case.
(Exit, R.)
BRIDG. I wish she would come; I should so like to see a young lady involved in a new adventure, instead of hearing an old lady recount a stale one. (A violent ring heard at bell.) Bless me! that is exceedingly like a coachman’s ring.
Enter, through Gothic window, MIZZLE, in cloak and bonnet, BOLT, and COACHMAN.
COACH. Yes! yes! we shall settle it right enough, I’ll warrant.
MIZ. (Whispers to BOLT.) Here’s a new row! I didn’t want to come here.
BOLT. (Whispers.) Zounds! there’s no avoiding it. Coachee swears he wont stir without the blunt. You, it seems, are booked here for some confounded person. We can’t pay;—he says, “Walk in, and they’ll pay for you!” So here we are.
COACH. Five shillings the lady, and three and sixpence the gentleman;—they are rather short; will you pay, my good girl?
BRIDG. Oh! certainly; eight and sixpence; here, Coachman. (Gives him money, and exit COACHMAN, C.)—A gentleman, too! It is a new fashion for ladies to bring their gentlemen with them.
(Exit, L.H.)