Mags.—Gods! what a voice! its tones so soft, so thrilling!
Pop. (aside.)—Now, blow me tight! her beauty's downright killing!
;Snags (from his desk).—Mags, could you give me coppers for a shilling?
App.—What shall I show? silks? purple, yellow, green?
Miss S.—I merely want a yard of bombasin.
Snags (in evident admiration).—Lord! what a flash 'un! Attend that lady, Pop; And let her have the cheapest in the shop.
(Poppleton introduces Miss Juliana Smashaway into the back show-room, and the scene closes.)
Scene II.—Ludgate-hill.
A front drawing-room; furniture French-polished, red silk window-curtains, and green sun-blinds; breakfast-table laid. Enter, from her boudoir, L. H. Mrs. Clipclose, fashionably dressed in pink gingham. She advances to the chimney-piece, and looks at an ormolu clock; her countenance showing surprise.
Mrs. C.—What! not astir at almost twelve o'clock? (Looks in the glass). Upon my life, a most becoming frock! How late Bob sleeps! I think I'm getting fatter. We both were late. (Noise heard.) I wonder what's the matter. I, at Vauxhall; and Bob, upon the batter. Heigh-ho! these men are very seldom true. I hope the captain recollects at two We meet at Charing-cross to drive to Kew. (Opens the piano, and sits down.)