A Day Well Spent: A Farce, in One Act

by John Oxenford

CUT. (Aside.) Hem, she has got a new cloak by the way.

MRS. C. But I have not introduced you. (Crosses L. C.) Mr. Bolt, Mr. Cutaway; Mr. Cutaway, Mr. Bolt. (They both bow.)

CUT. (Aside.) How queer it is to be introduced to one’s self!—I’m beside myself.

MIZ. (Whispers.) I say, Bolt, how do you like yourself?

BOLT. Not at all! Curse me if there isn’t another incident.

MIZ. A second me will walk in next.

MRS. C. How embarrassed they seem—and I see through all: Miss Harriet seems afraid of Mr. Bolt seeing her. How well I understand her feelings.

Enter BRIDGET, L.

BRIDG. Mr. Cotton, ma’am.