Mr. and Mrs. C., and Netty, together.
And here will be a sweet too-roo!
Gruff voice outside.
I say, where's Bobby C.?
(Enter, in a passion, Mr. Clipclose, senior.)
Mr. C. sen.—I say, where's Bob? Not down at twelve o'clock! I thought to find the scoundrel taking stock; Or, at the counter, serving folks quite civil. Mrs. C. (pertly.)—He's going, sir. (Bob vanishes.) Mr. C. sen. Ay! quickly, to the devil! (Turning angrily to Mrs. C.) And you, gay madam! Zounds! this gown is new! What you wore yesterday was sprigged with blue. Upon the road to ruin, wives drive hard, When they wear chintz at eight-and-six a yard. Mrs. C. (disdainfully.)—If you would know the price, ask Miss Brocard. Mr. C. sen.—Hear, haughty madam, while my mind I speak, If Bob don't mend—(a long pause)—I'll marry this day week! I'll have boys too— (A sudden fit of coughing interrupts him.) Mrs. C. (sarcastically).—I'm sure the spirit's willing. Mr. C. sen.—And I'll cut off your husband with a shilling!
(Exit, in a desperate rage. Mrs. C. and Netty laugh immoderately.)
Annette.—Why, bless us, madam, but the man's a bear! At eighty-one to threat us with an heir. Mrs. C.—Pish! 'tis mere dotage; his brains are in the moon. (Sits down to the piano.) What shall I play, Net? Annette. Play "The Bold Dragoon." (Music soft and expressive. The scene closes.)
Scene III.—The back show-room.
Miss Juliana Smashaway surrounded by shopmen and apprentices, all presenting various articles, and anxious individually to attract attention.