Enter TOM, with a large hamper, L. H.
TOM. Come, this will do; though its utility exceeds its beauty; a confoundedly ugly basket, though destined to hold most rare contents: several sugar loaves, a canister of tea—black and green, almonds and raisins in abundance, coffee, rice, and spices, bars of soap, starch and powder, blue enough to stock a small shop. Dear Fanny! if her heart is not won by such a store of valuables, it is indeed hard.
Enter RECKLESS, L. H.
RECK. Ha, ha, ha, I’ve found her—What you here?
TOM. Yes, sir.
RECK. I have found her, I’ll tell you; congratulate your fortunate master, most faithful Thomas.
TOM. Have you indeed found Miss Julia, and how?
RECK. Simply saw her at a house window.
TOM. But you cannot get into that house.
RECK. No; but I have got my mark, the means of hitting that mark are still in fortune’s hands.