BUR. Yes, Miss Mabel,—that is, madam; but hadn’t I better prepare him like?
MABEL. Not for the world. You know, James, when one is wishing for any one very much, the last hour’s waiting is always the most intolerable, so when he is most longing to see me, and counting the minutes to six, I’ll just open the door, and steal behind him, and fling my arms round his neck, and—but I shall be caught if I stay prattling here, and I must brush the dust from my hair, and smooth my dress, or I shall not be fit to be seen; so not a word to anybody, James, I insist, or I shall be angry. Where is my room? (goes to 3 E. R. and opens door) Oh, here!
BUR. Your room, Miss Mabel; no! no! that is Mr. Vane’s room, Ma’am.
MABEL. Well, Mr. Vane’s room is my room, I suppose (pausing at door). He is not there, is he?
BUR. No, Ma’am, he is in the dining-room (knock). Anon! anon!
MABEL. I fear my trunks will not be here in time for me to dress; but Ernest will not mind. He will see my heart in my face, and forgive my travelling sacque.
[Exit into apartment R. 2 E.
BUR. Poor thing! poor thing! (knock) there goes that door again—darn me if I go till I’ve seen Colander. Anon,—Miss Mabel!—(going to door 3 E. R.).
[Hundsdon enters 3 E. L.]
HUNDS. (aside and looking at Burdock). For all the world the twin brother to those bumpkins behind Hebe’s coach. Well, my honest fellow!