Robert.
MR. PUNCH'S MORAL MUSIC-HALL DRAMAS.
No. VII.-RECLAIMED! (Concluded.)
[Our readers will doubtless recollect the thrilling situation upon which we were forced to drop the curtain. Lady Belledame, the hardened Grandmother of Little Elfie, has, under the influence of that angel-child, just vowed to amend, when, in the person of her minion, Monkshood, she is reminded of the series of atrocious crimes she had been contemplating through his instrumentality. Struck with remorse, she attempts to countermand them—only to find that her orders have already been executed with a too punctual fidelity! Now we can go on.]
Lady B. (in a hoarse whisper). You—you have left the parcels ... all—all? Tell me—how were they received? Speak low—I would not that yonder child should awake and hear!
Little Elfie (behind the screen, very wide awake indeed). Dear, good old Grannie—she would conceal her generosity—even from me! (Loudly.) She little thinks that I am overhearing all!
Monks. I could have sworn I heard whispering.