UNDER THE ROSE.
(A Story in Scenes.)
SCENE VIII.—A prettily-furnished Drawing-room at the Merridews' House in Hans Place. Time—About 5.30 on Saturday afternoon. Mrs. Merridew has a small tea-table in front of her. Althea is sitting on a couch close by. Both ladies are wearing their hats, having just returned from a drive. Mrs. Merridew is young and attractive, and her frock is in the latest fashion; Althea is more simply dressed, though her hair and toilette have evidently been supervised by an experienced maid.
Mrs. Merridew. I don't think I've ever known the Park so full before Easter as it was to-day. Try one of those hot cakes, Thea, or a jam sandwich—we don't dine till late, you know. It's been so nice having you, I do wish you hadn't to go on Monday—must you?
Althea. I'm afraid I must, Cissie; it has been the most delightful week; only—Clapham will seem dreadfully flat after all this. She sighs.
Mrs. M. Notwithstanding the excitement of Mr. Curphew's conversation?
Alth. Mr. Curphew, Cissie?
Mrs. M. Now don't pretend ignorance, dear. You have quoted Mr. Curphew and his opinions often enough to show that you see and think a good deal of him. And, really, if you colour like that at the mere mention——
Alth. Am I colouring? That last cup was so strong. And I don't see Mr. Curphew at all often. He is more Mamma's friend than mine—she has a very high opinion of him.
Mrs. M. I daresay he deserves it. He's a fearfully learned and superior person, isn't he?