Ping Wing, the pieman’s son,
Was the very worst boy in all Canton,
He stole his mother’s—
Mrs. W. (outside). No, I’m sure—
Enter Mrs. W. and Lord F. (in goggles and wig) r. d. and come down c.
Mrs. W. You are chilled by your ride, so you must have a cup of tea before going to your room. Helen, this is Lord Ferrol. My daughter, Miss Wycherly, Miss Newcome, Miss Sherman, Lord Ferrol—.
Lord F. (bowing). Charmed, I assure you!
Mrs. W. My nephews, Mr. George and Steven Harold, and Mr. Grant. There! the formidable host is reviewed, and you can now make yourself as comfortable as possible.
Lord F. Er, thanks, but if you will allow me, I will go to my room first,—I am so filthy.
Mrs. W. Oh, but you really must have tea first.