GLADSTONE. I cannot find either of my comforters. I'm afraid I have lost them. I had both this morning, and now both are gone.
MRS. G. Why, you are worse than ever, my dear! Both in one day! You have not done that for twenty years.
GLADSTONE. I am sorry. I won't do it again.
MRS. G. Ah! so you say! Poor Mr. Morley will have to wait now. I had promised him this. There!
(Making him sit down, she puts the comforter round his neck, and gives him a parting kiss.)
And now I'm going.
GLADSTONE. Go, my love! I will come presently.
(But he has not quite got rid of her. Her hands are now reaching down to the back of the sofa behind him.)
What are you looking for?
MRS. G. My knitting-needles. You are sitting on them. Now mind, you are not to sit up!