RECK. Never mind her, there shall be a genteel note pinned outside the basket, explaining the contents. Then, I’ll give her a couple of sovereigns, so pack up and be gone.
[Exeunt L. H., TOM dragging the hamper.
SCENE II.—A parlour.—In centre of stage a sofa, capable of being made into a bed. At the back a globe, covered with a glazed cover. A dining table and chair. A cupboard to open at top and bottom, R.—A large window to open, L.
(MRS. FACILE, with a pestle and mortar, and JULIA, R. H., discovered.
MRS. F. Really, my dear, the best advice I can give you, is to employ yourself about something, it will divert your mind.
JULIA. Divert? I don’t want to be diverted, I want to be miserable; it’s very unkind of you to try to console me.
MRS. F. I can only say I mean well, and I believe your guardian means well.
JULIA. Yes, so is every horrid thing meant well. Our governess used to make us wash our hands in icy water in winter, and tell us it was all for our good. I hate what is for our good.
MRS. F. But consider the impropriety of your forming at school, a clandestine attachment with a young gentleman, of whose very residence you are ignorant.