Sir W. (alone) Good, affectionate creature! But who would have thought that out of that piece of wood a lover could be made? This is Cupid’s delight!
{Exit Sir WILLIAM.
SCENE II.
Parlour of the Inn at Bannow.
Miss FLORINDA GALLAGHER, sola.
Various articles of dress on the floor—a looking-glass propped up on a chest—Miss GALLAGHER is kneeling before the glass, dressing her long hair, which hangs over her shoulders.
Miss G. I don’t know what’s come to this glass, that it is not flattering at all the day. The spots and cracks in it is making me look so full of freckles and crow’s feet—and my hair, too, that’s such a figure, as straight and as stiff and as stubborn as a presbyterian. See! it won’t curl for me: so it is in the papillotes it must be; and that’s most genteel.
{Sound of a drum at a distance—Miss GALLAGHER starts up and listens.