BOLT. Well, what do you think of this?
MIZ. Nothing at all; it’s of a piece with the rest. They’ll take us to the station-house soon. We’re in limbo here; admire the garden wall from the window. My eye! what a barricado!
BOLT. Oh! we can’t get out, so we must consider our present situation. You evidently were book’d,—I was only a chance customer; they set you down here as a matter of course—I might have gone on. Devilish odd, by-the-by, you crawling into the very coach upon which I jump’d.
Enter MRS. CHARGELY, R.H.
MRS. C. Oh! my dear, excuse me for keeping you waiting; but I know young ladies love moonlight.
MIZ. Yes, ma’am, like second-pair lodgers, just before quarter-day.
MRS. C. (Aside.) Elegant remark!—But this gentleman?
BOLT. Ah, true! (crosses to C.) I dare say you did not expect me. How d’ye do?—The fact is—I am this young gent—ahem!—lady’s brother—Yes!
MRS. C. Oh! did you leave all quite well at home?
MIZ. Quite! my mother is particularly well.