A Day Well Spent: A Farce, in One Act

by John Oxenford

MRS. C. Why, my dear, your father has been a widower these—

BOLT. Bless you! he has married again since. One calls one’s mother-in-law “mother” you know.

MIZ. They both send their compliments, Mrs.——ahem!

MRS. C. Indeed! my dear young lady—your name, I believe, is—

BOLT. Precisely!

MRS. C. Harriet?

MIZ. You have hit it to a nicety. Don’t you think, ma’am, we might take a turn about the country?

BOLT. Yes! there is a most picturesque ruin of a pump—

MRS. C. To-morrow!—to-morrow!