(Exeunt, L. H.)
[SCENE VII.]
MRS. CHARGELY’S Garden.—At the back of stage a high wall; to the R. 3 E. part of the house, with door and practicable window.—Dark.
Enter BOLT, from back, R.
BOLT. Egad, I’ve succeeded in concealing myself among the statues and the shrubs, &c. I wish that wall was not so devilish high, and that gate not quite so firmly fastened. I wonder where Bobby is.
MIZ. (Still in cloak and bonnet, looking out of window, R. 3 E.) Charley, is that you?
BOLT. Yes; how snug you look, up there!
MIZ. How do you like your day’s pleasure?
BOLT. Amazingly! It is a spicy sort of pleasure—keeps one awake. I told you we should have something to laugh at.