Fanny. (Imitates Hannah's manner of speaking.) Cos I thought you'd like it.
Miss P. "Cos?" O, I shall die! And why did you think I should like it?
Fanny. Cos that's the way Hannah Jones does.
Miss P. Send Miss Gray to me. (Follows Fanny to door.) And take that flaming turban off your head. I'll pay you for this!
[Exit Fanny, l.
Mrs. L. Your pupil is exceedingly patriotic in her selection.
Miss P. Yes; there's some mistake here. She's evidently not on her good behaviour.
Enter Hetty Gray, l., with red chignon.
Ah, here's Miss Gray. Mrs. Lofty, Miss Gray. She has a sweet voice, and sings sentimental songs in a bewitching manner. Miss Gray, take your place at the piano, and sing one of my favourites.
(Hetty sits at piano, plays and sings.)