Lady Patricia: A comedy in three acts

by Rudolf Besier

Good Lord, Mr. Baldwin, ’ow d’you make that out?

Baldwin.

Course it ain’t the same. ’Er ladyship’s voice is a rare treat to ’ear, an’ a cat’s ain’t. But there’s somethin’ in ’em both as seems to be callin’ for somethin’ else. ’Twas jest afore Mrs. Baldwin ’ad ’er seventh. An’ yer’d ’ardly b’lieve me, Mr. Ellis, that cat ’ad kittens same day as Mrs. Baldwin.

(With a smothered laugh Bill comes forward. Ellis hastily picks up the tray with the cups, &c.)

Bill.

Ah, whisky-and-soda, Ellis. That’s good!

Ellis.

Yes, sir.

(He goes out by the centre.)

Bill.