A Day Well Spent: A Farce, in One Act

by John Oxenford

Enter BRIDGET, L.

MRS. C. Oh! Bridget, you must provide accommodations for the young lady’s brother!

BRIDG. (Whispers.) Madam, you have forgotten a something—the letter called Miss Harriet an only child.

MRS. C. (Aside.) Indeed! an impostor! Oh, I see through all!—the daring Mr. Cutaway has introduced himself.—So, sir, you are the young lady’s brother?

BOLT. Exactly!

MIZ. Did not we tell you so?—(Aside.) What makes her so d—d particular?

MRS. C. Now, sir, you know you are nothing of the kind! (Crosses to C.) Miss Harriet has no brother.

BOLT. Hey, ma’am?

MIZ. No brother!—(Aside.) Here’s a go!—You’ll allow me to know my own relations?—Oh—h—h!

MRS. C. Indeed! No! I have discovered all.