New Maid (cheerfully). Oh, quite a hour. There was luggidge on the cab.
Master (subsiding hopelessly in chair, to Maid). You can go. (Alone, grinding his teeth.) Confound the idiot! (Reads card muttering to himself.) Snooker Poole, Chork Cottage, Kew. "Called to repay coin personally. Sorry to miss you. So long!" I shall never see my hundred and fifty again!... That's the worst of new servants!
[He is left considering whether it would not be as well to alter the form of his instructions to the hand-maiden. Scene closes.
The Boastfulness of Belinda.—Arabella (concluding the description of the magnificence of her employer's home). And in the servants' 'all we 'as 'ot plovers' heggs ev'ry mornin' for brekfist.
Belinda. That's nothin'. At hour 'ouse hall the fires is laid with reel sparrow-grass sticks instead of wood!
[Arabella dries up.
