A Day Well Spent: A Farce, in One Act

by John Oxenford

MRS. C. Yes.

MISS B. It is all discovered!—You know we were wronged, Mr. Cotton?

COT. (Aside.) Yes, and I know I had to pay for it.

MISS B. But we will be righted.—Mrs. Chargely, don’t let your house be a nest of thieves—send for the officers.

MRS. C. I will.—Bridget! Bridget! Lock sham Miss Harriet’s door outside—send for the police!—What a horrid unromantic adventure.

(Exit, R. H.)

MRS. S. You shall be righted.

MISS B. I will, indeed: I’ll recover my cloak—the villainy shall be uncloaked.

(Exeunt MISS B. and MRS. S., L. H.)

COT. Come along, Harriet; we’ll see the end of this. To a nice house I seem to have brought you! A pleasant day, we have had,—a day beautifully spent!