"Wanted, a Young Lady" : A Farce, in One Act

by William E. Suter

ADELA. No matter; obey me, or I tell all. (door, L., is violently shaken) There he is—open yonder door—now, Mr. Harry, we shall see! (runs off, door, R.—shaking at door, L., continues)

SIMON. (staggering across) Don’t be in a hurry—don’t be in a hurry! (unbolts door, L.—FRANK darts on with scent bottle, which he rams against SIMON’S nose)

FRANK. Sniff—sniff! and then swallow it—eh? (looking round) Where is she?

SIMON. Here I am, sir.

FRANK. (crossing to R.) The young lady that I left here fainting.

SIMON. (looking round) Eh? yes, she is gone.

FRANK. (trying R. door) Fastened! (looking at SIMON) Go to bed, wretch! (placing scent bottle on table)

SIMON. (taking cushion from easy chair) Let me get my pillow.

FRANK. Horribly drunk!