“Joseph,” replied the maid, “is sitting by the fire, reading Madame’s paper. When Madame rang the first time, he told me to look out, for he should not wonder if you were to ring again. And when Madame did so, he turned to me, and said, ‘See? that’s for you.’”
“Why, ma’am,” said the housemaid, when she heard that her mistress had been very unwell during the night, “why didn’t you tell me when you felt ill?”
“I didn’t want to wake you, you had been working hard all day, and——”
“Oh! that’s nothing; you might have called me all the same. I sleep so sound that you would never have waked me.”
A RASCALLY VALET.
A room in a hotel. Tables and chairs are covered with portmanteaus, carpet-bags, clothes, &c. On a table (L.) is an open jewel-case, (R.) a sofa; in the background a bed. Frans (Jonker Van Bergen’s man) is discovered half-reclining on the sofa, smoking a cigar.
Frans (sings).
“Mon maître est un filou,
Et moi j’ n’ suis pas bête, la, la....”