Air—Mrs. Clipclose.—("I met her at the Fancy fair.")
I met him in an omnibus: He spoke not; but his sparkling eyes Told the fond secret of his heart, And found an answer in my sighs.
(Enter, from dressing-room, R. H. Young Clipclose, in a flowered morning-gown, and kid slippers. He yawns while arranging sundry rings upon his fingers.)
Trio—Mr. and Mrs. Clipclose, and Annette.
("Jenny put the kettle on.")
Mr. C. Dear me! my head is aching so, This soft white hand is shaking so; I sure must give up raking, O! (Politely turning to his lady.) Good morning! Mistress C.
(Annette appears at the door, back of the stage, as if answering the bell.)
Mrs. C. Netty, bring the muffins up, Put down the cream, and rince a cup; Your master's had an extra sup— (Looking archly at her husband.) Ah! naughty Mister C.
Annette (aside, presenting a note to her mistress).
The potboy brought this billet-doux. (Aloud.) Oh, Lord! I hear a creaking shoe, And here will be a sweet too-roo, With grumpy Mister C.