BOLT, MIZZLE, and CUTAWAY. (Together.) Who?
BRIDG. Mr. Cotton.
(BOLT and CUTAWAY instantly run off through Gothic window, MIZZLE, R. H.)
MRS. C. Gentlemen! young lady! what a dispersion! Why, at any rate, Mr. Bolt should vanish—
Enter COTTON, HARRIET, MISS BROWN, and MRS. STITCHLEY, L. H.
(Exit BRIDGET, L.)
COT. Ah, Mrs. Chargely, how d’ye do?—I have brought some ladies with me.
MRS. C. Happy to see any of your friends, Mr. Cotton; but one little thing I must say to you, (draws him apart,) don’t be too severe with your daughter.
COT. No, no, madam; I don’t intend it.
MRS. C. I have promised to be her friend.