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Ingot. She will?

Garrick. More than that. I give you my word that I will marry no man's daughter without her father's consent, and unless he comes to me, hat in hand, to beg the honor of my alliance.

Ingot. [surprised.] Eh? You'll wed no woman unless her father comes, hat in hand, to beg the honor of your alliance?

Garrick. Precisely. That's my pride.
Ingot. On your word of honor?
Garrick. On my word of honor.
Ingot. As a gentleman ?

Garrick. As an actor-precisely the same thing. Ingot. Your hand. [They shake hands.] But how Oh, I see, you will leave London?

Garrick. On the contrary

Ingot. Oh, how foolish of me. Of course, you'll tell the people at the play-house not to let her in!! Garrick. [smiles.] Nothing of the sort. But you'll see. I don't play to-night.

Ingot. Oh, don't you?

Garrick. Suppose you invite me to dinner? [Easily.] You know-you know—

Ingot. I know you seem to know all about it. The fact is, I have invited a few friends to din

ner

Garrick. Who are they?

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Chivy. Can! Ah! what will the world say?
Ada. The world of fools and fops and brainless

Ingot. Friends that knew me when I was poor-coxcombs! She is well out of it! very respectable people

Garrick. They'll do very well. Oh, I'll come. Ingot. But Ada-I'm to send her back to her aunt's.

Garrick. No!

Ingot. No? Then how are you to avoid her? Garrick. Not at all. I must see her at the dinner-give her a seat beside me.

Ingot. [indignantly.] Mr. Garrick?

Garrick. What! do you doubt my word? Ingot. [after a pause.] No! [Takes GARRICK's hand.] No! I like your face. I don't know what you mean, but-come to dinner with me, come to dinner! You will cure her

Garrick. [going up to R. U. E.] David Garrick has given his word. [False exit R. U. E., returns.] By the bye, what time do you dine? Ingot. [L. C., front.] At four. Garrick. Four. Till then

[Bows and exit R. U. E. Ingot. [bows low.] What have I done? Invited him to dinner. Am I wrong? No; there is something about him that says I may trust even my daughter in his presence.

Voice of Ada [off L. 1 E.] I tell you it is not so, Dick!

Voice of Chivy [off L. 1 E.] I say it is! Ingot. [crosses to table, R.] There they arequarreling, as usual. [Takes seat R., and reads book. Enter, L. 1 E., disputing, ADA and CHIVY, to C. Ada. You're absurd, Dick! you're absurd, very absurd!

Chivy. But you won't listen to me!

Ada. No!

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Chivy. My dear cousin, while you were in India you must have suffered from a coup.

Ada. Lucky cousin! a sunstroke couldn't affect your brain!

Ingot. [looks up from book.] Hold your tongues, both of you!

Chivy. [looks from INGOT to ADA.] Yes, hold your tongues, both of you.

Ingot. Dick, will you come to dinner to-day? Chivy. No, Nunkey, thank you, I'm invited out to dine with Lord Tantivy's groom, and Dick Martin, the trainer.

Ada. [takes seat at L. C. table, half aside.] I am glad of that.

Ingot. Your cousin wants you to stay. Ada. [quickly.] Oh, don't on my account. [After pause.] Are you going to the play to-night?

Chivy. No, I never go when Garrick don't play. Ada. [pretended innocently.] And don't Mr. Garrick play to-night?

Ingot. [aside.] As though she did not know that.
Chivy. No.

Ada. Dick, are you acquainted with Mr. Garrick?
Chivy. Oh, intimately.

Ada. Then you can tell me what sort of man he is. I know you have such good taste—[aside] in horses.

Chivy. [delighted, to INGOT.] She says I've got good taste. I'm getting on, ain't I?

Ingot. [hesitatingly.] Yes, you are getting on. Ada. What is he? What do you think of his talents?

Chivy. Oh, what are his talents? I think of Davy's talents, that his talents are such that the most talented must confess that his talents are talents that--that-you understand.

Ada. [sighs.] Ah! [Eagerly.] But about his genius?

Chivy. Yes, I was going to say about his genius. Davy's genius is so wedded to his talents, that when his talents break down his genius pulls him through, and he wins by a neck.

Ada. [eagerly.] But his character, his mind?

Chivy. Oh, Davy's character and mind? Oh, sound in mind and limb. Oh, he's sought for by the most eminent-and-[chuckling] he's a great favorite with the ladies. TADA looks downcast. Ingot. [aside.] I have done wrong, perhaps, to invite him here.

Chivy. But a man of honor. He would pay his debts in advance, rather than risk the forfeit of his word. [ADA smiles to herself.

Ingot. [aside.] No, I have not done wrong. Ada. You forget, Dick! you are keeping your company waiting.

Chivy. Oh, no, I

Ada. But I say you are.

Ingot. Oh, very well, he is, then. Chivy. But

[Rises.

Ada. [forcing CHIVY up R. C.] But I say you must go your cravat is all right.

[To

Chivy. That I may get back the sooner. INGOT.] I say, Nunkey, she is fond of me. Ingot. Very. I say, Dick, come back early, I've something to speak to you about.

[Exit CHIVY, R. U. E., in good humor. Ada. [seated again.] There, I am glad he has gone. He is becoming my aversion.

Ingot. Your aversion! Why? because you make him your aversion. I see nothing so disagreeable about him. At least he is a good-looking young man.

Ada. Oh, father!

Ingot. And when his great uncle dies he'll be a peer of the realm, and you'll be a lady.

Ada. I a lady?

Ingot. Yes, a lady! Isn't that good enough for you, miss?

Ada. How unhappy that woman must be who despises her husband!

Ingot. Bow, wow! bow, wow! There you go in the clouds again!

Ada. What pride to have a husband who can ride a horse or drive a coach a little better than his groom! A man who never goes to bed sober!

Ingot. [rises.] What of that? Every Englishman drinks. It's a debt he owes to his country and his wine merchant. But I won't hear any more about it. It all comes of your going to boarding-school. Go and dress for dinner.

Ada. [listlessly.] Who's coming?
Ingot. A few friends, I've told you.
Ada. City folks! This dress will do!

THOMAS enters, R. U. E.

Thomas. Mr. and Mrs. Smith!

Enter, R. U. E., MR. and MRS. SMITH down c.

INGOT and ADA receive them.

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[Takes chair, L. C., front.

Thomas. [at R. U. E.] Mr. and Miss Brown!

Mrs. Smith. [to ADA.] How are you, my dear? [Takes seat R. C. at table. ADA L. C. by INGOT, receiving. Enter, R. U. E., MR. BROWN and ARAMINTA. ARAMINTA's business of being vulgarly mincing in her walk and affectedly refined in her speech. Brown. How are you, Ingot? [Shakes INGOT'S hand and takes seat L., near SMITH.

Thomas. Mr. Jones!

Enter, R. U. E., nervously, JONES: shakes INGOT's hand, bustles about and finally takes seat. Jones. How d-d-do?

Ingot. [up c. on hearth-rug, with ADA affection

ately leaning her head on his shoulder.] How long you were, Smith!

Smith. The fault of the missus! she do take such a long time to clean herself.

Mrs. Smith. Lor', Smith, how can I help it, when I have seven children to take care of? Ah, Araminta, my dear, take my advice-never you get married!

Brown. [growling.] She's not likely to!

[ARAMINTA looks offended. Ingot. Mr. Jones, don't please wobble about that way in your seat. [JONES stops fidgeting. BROWN and SMITH are nodding sleepily.

Araminta. Mr. Jones, don't wobble! I can't bear to see anybody wobble.

Ingot. He's likely to-you've kept him wobbling these last ten years. Why don't you make it up and marry?

Araminta. Hem! the pursuit of literature is so engrossening.

Brown. [wakes up.] Eh, Smith?
Smith. [wakes up.] Brown!
.Brown. Any news?
Smith. No, no news.
Brown. Silks is up.

Smith. Ah! [pause]
Ingot. I am glad to

the poor.

and cottons is down.

hear that, for the sake of

[ADA pats his cheeks.

Brown. [after pause.] Cold, rather. Smith. It is cool.

Jones. Very co-co-co-cold.

Smith. I said coolish.

Brown. And I said cold.

Mrs. S. Come, gentlemen, don't quarrel-until after dinner.

Smith. Dinner-is it ready?

Ingot. I am only waiting for one more guest—
Enter THOMAS, R. U. E.

Thomas. Mr. David Garrick! [Remains R. U. E.
All. [rise, amazed.] Garrick!
Ada. David Garrick!

Smith. Garrick, the player!

Mrs. S. Mr. Ingot, you surely have never invited him!

Ingot. [comes down c. a little.] Yes, I have. As I never go to see the players, I thought I'd have him come see me.

Ada. [aside.] In this dress! Oh, I look frightful! [Exit L. 1 E.

Smith. We'll have him recite some of his pieces

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Jones. He's got a co-co-co-coach.
Thomas. Mr. Garrick.

Enter, R. U. E., DAVID GARRICK, in second dress; all salute; INGOT receives him up c. Exit THOMAS.

Ingot. Glad to see you, Mr. Garrick. Let me introduce you to my old friends. Mr. Smith, of the firm of Smith, Smith & Co. [GARRICK_leans easily on back of MRS. SMITH'S chair, but it frightens her.] Miss Araminta Brown.

Araminta. [comes forward, holding her dress out at both sides. Aside.] I hope he'll notice my

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name of Smith.

Ingot. I mean the old family. Smith with an i, and not Smythe with a y and an e. Garrick. On second thought, perhaps I have heard of Smith.

Mrs. S. If we had on'y know'd as you were acoming, we'd a-brought our seven children.

Garrick. Seven! the mother of seven children!

Such charms as Mistress Smith's cannot be too often repeated!

Mrs. S. Oh, Mr. Garrick! [Low courtesy, crosses a little L.] Do you hear that, Sawny? Aren't you proud of the honor?

Smith. I don't know about the honor. All I know is that I have to pay the piper!

Mrs. S. Oh, Sawny! [Returns to her chair. Garrick. [aside.] An odd lot of people! What must the daughter of the house be? [Speaks with MRS. SMITH, resting right hand on back of her chair.

Enter, L. 1 E., ADA, in second dress. Ingot. [takes her hand, aside.] Dressed like a duchess! [Leads her to L. c.] Mr. Garrick, Mr. Garrick! [GARRICK turns and comes down R. of C.] permit me to present to you my daughter. [ADA's business of confusion, GARRICK'S start on recognition.

Garrick. Great heavens!
Ingot. What's the matter?

THOMAS enters, R. U. E.

Thomas. Dinner is served.

All. [except INGOT, ADA and GARRICK.J Dinner! Ingot. Mr. Garrick, will you give my daughter your hand?

Garrick. [takes ADA's hand very respectfully. Aside.] If I had but known. Too late! [Leads ADA up C. to R. U. E., aside.] Too late!

[Exit, R. U. E., with ADA. Exeunt, R. U. E., ARAMINTA, JONES, MRS. SMITH and INGOT; BROWN and SMITH meet at R. U. E., where BROWN facing L., takes SMITH'S right arm with his right, so that, in trying to exit, they turn each other twice; discovering error, they take arms properly and exeunt R. U. E.

ACT II.

SCENE.-Same as Act I. Two candles on R. table, and two on L. table, lit-discovering R., at table, MRS. SMITH C., behind it; ARAMINTA on her left, beside it; ADA on her right, beside it; all seated, drinking tea or eating cake.

Mrs. S. I do so love a cup of tea. Ara. And this is such a good one. Ada. [aside.] What is he doing now? [Loud laughter off R. U. E. Aloud.] What's that? [Half rises. Mrs. S. The gentlemen are beginning to feel their wine.

Ara. Oh! that Mr. Garrick is such a queer man. He's been saying such things to me.

Mrs. S. What did he say, Araminta?
Ara. Oh, impossible to repeat, my dear.
Mrs. S. Do, don't be afraid of us.

[ARAMINTA shakes her head. Enter, R. U. E., in a rage, SMITH, talking as he

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Smith. Oh, it's that Mr. Garrick.
Mrs. S. What has he done?

and I told him that I had some very good that I Smith. I saw he was very fond of the claret, could let him have at three pounds a dozen-you know, the lot I can't get rid of-when he broke out against me, said such things shouldn't be talking about tradespeople and shopkeepers and spoken of in the company of gentlemen; began [c. front, opening his legs and arms in attitude.] usurers, and such like, and called me a Shylock. Do I look like Shylock, my dear?

in the Merchant of Venice. Ara. Oh, delightful! He meant the character

Smith. Well, if a merchant of Venice in any way offended him, is that any reason why he should insult a liveryman of the Corporation of London?

Enter, R. U. E., JONES, very agitated.

Jones. I want to go home. [Comes down c.] W-w-where's my hat? I w-w-want to go home. Smith. What's the matter, Jones?

Jones. Mr. Garrick's been mum-mum-mumock-mocking me!

Ara. Dear me !

Jones. Ye-es, he said I stut-tut-tutter, and then he began stut-tut-tut-tering too.

Mrs. S. That must have been funny. I should have liked to have seen that.

Ara. [to MRS. SMITH.] For shame! Ada. [agitated.] Don't go till you see my father. Jones. I want my hat-I want to go home. [Looks on table, L. Smith. Don't go in anger, Jones, and without your tea. [He has a cup of tea in hand, R., front. Loud crash off R. U. E., as of glass.

Ladies. What's that?

Smith. The hactor again! He's drunk as a fish. Jones. As a fif-fif-fif-fish!

Smith. He's so drunk that he don't know whether he's drunk or sober. [ADA's bye-play begins to be rather prominent; alarm, restlessness, disgust, etc.

Jones. He's as d-d-drunk as the very dev-devdevil! [ARAMINTA stops her ears, and afterwards fans herself violently. Crash, not so loud as before. Enter, R. U. E., INGOT and BROWN. ADA half rises and leans forward, left hand on edge of table, right hand on her heart.

Ingot. Don't be alarmed. It's only in play. Mr. Garrick made a pile of the decanters, one atop of the other, and then threw a glass at them.

Brown. When smash-bang! and all went over. But he missed this time. Enter, R. U. E., clothes disordered, wig awry, face flushed, ruffles and wristbands loose, GARRICK, to C.; clings to INGOT.

Garrick. S a lie! 'n infernal lie, Brown. I never missed before in all my life! [ADA is very much affected.] Give me a decanter-I'll have a shy at the tea-urn! [MRS. SMITH and ARAMINTA half rise in terror. INGOT restrains GARRICK. Smith. No, no, no! Wait till after tea! [GARRICK staggers down c., and takes cup from SMITH, which SMITH held out as a defense.

Garrick. Thank'ee, I don't mind if I do. [BROWN speaks to INGOT, and then going to sofa, R., lies down and goes to sleep leisurely, handkerchief over face.

Smith. Confound the fellow, he's taken my tea! Ingot. It's only his fun, it's his way-let him do as he likes. [He watches ADA most of the time. Garrick. [clings to INGOT.] What an old trump! I say, you give us a mag-nan-inificent dinner! A good spread-lots of wine! Wine and womenthat's my motto! What's your motto? No motto? Why, [to all] this old fellow ain't got any motto. [Sings drunkenly.] "For wine inspires us and fires us!" [Goes to table and nearly falls over ARAMINTA, upsetting cup on her.

Ara. Oh, my dress! My new dress! [To L. front, where JONES bends down, hands on the forepart of his thighs, scrutinizing her dress, as if short-sighted, while she dusts it with handkerchief. She returns to her seat with JONES.

Garrick. Wine inspires us. Ha, ha!

[Glass in hand. Smith. Mr. Garrick, I like a glass of good wine myself. I've got three dozen of capital port I could let you have cheap.

Garrick. Oh, you jolly old Shylock!

Smith. [goes R., in disgust.] Shylock! My name's Smith! Smith, of the firm of Smith, Smith and Co., sir!

Garrick. How are you, old Coco and Smith?
Smith. Coco!

[Exchanges look with MRS. SMITH. Garrick. I say, Brown! [Looks round, then R. Laughs discordantly.] Where's our old friend Brown? Oh, there's Brown, asleep in the arms of Morpheus. [ARAMINTA and MRS. SMITH scrcam; business with fan and stopping their ears. Ara. To speak of being in anybody's arms in the presence of ladies.

Ingot. You had better sit down, Mr. Garrick. Garrick. I want to sit down. I say-[smiling sillily] let's all sit on the floor. [INGOT keeps him up from falling.] Let's everybody sit on everybody else's lap! [Staggers R., and nearly sits on ARAMINTA, who draws her chair back in fright. GARRICK bestrides a chair and rushes it over to her, and sitting down, snaps his handkerchief at her plumes. She is bewildered and shakes her head; JONES stands behind her in fright. MRS. SMITH has gone down to R. front, to talk with SMITH. ADA has crossed to L. C., but INGOT avoids her. She stands there, resting hand on table in irresolution and agitation. Handkerchief striking ARAMINTA'S feather, business kept up as long as it takes. GARRICK draws his chair back to C., but still faces L., overreaching ARAMINTA and JONES.] Ingot, you solid old gold block, you promised me some punch, punch, punch!

Ingot. I'll brew it myself. I am a famous fist at punch. [Exit R. U. E. Ada. [comes beside GARRICK.] Mr. Garrick ! [SMITH and MRS. SMITH, ARAMINTA and JONES speak in pairs in dumb show, but occasionally glance at ADA and GARRICK, to keep up the oneness of the scene.

Garrick. [aside, natural voice.] I expected this. [Sadly. Ada. [tearfully.] It is not like you to give way often to such low pleasures of the table. The opinion I had entertained cannot be such an error; the idea was so different that night when I saw you play Hamlet.

Garrick. [aside.] Hamlet! [Lifts his head, but drops it again.] She cannot forget that night.

Ada. You seemed like one inspired, an inspiration springing from an elevated mind. How one passion seemed to chase another from your heart, how fear of a ghost melted into love for a dead father's memory! Such noble thoughts and such inspiring words

Garrick. [lifts his head.] Belonged to me? [Rises.] You were right! The language was the noble poet's own-the passion, fire, feeling, force

the man we act, we are! Then Hamlet, Lear, Macbeth, they live again. The sudden inspiration

Enter, R. U. E., INGOT, followed by THOMAS, carrying bowl of punch and glasses on salver, which he puts on table; INGOT claps GARRICK on the shoulder, and points to punch-bowl. [Aside to INGOT.] I forgot-I forgot!

Ada. [eagerly.] Yes-the sudden inspiration springs

Garrick. [drunkenly.] The-the sudden inspiration springs from- What does it spring from, Jones [Laughs.] Ha, ha! It springs from the bottle! Where's the punch?

Ingot. You've had too much, Mr. Garrick.

[ADA turns away L. C. up, hiding her tears. Garrick. I don't mind if I do. Give old Coco some with his muffin! Have another, Arathusa ? Ara. Araminta, sir!

Garrick. Arathusaminta, then!

Ada. [comes beside GARRICK, as before.] Mr. Garrick, you were saying that Hamlet's obedience to the will of a murdered father, struggling with his love for a guilty mother

Garrick. [drunkenly.] He never did kill his mother! Whatever ill-disposed people may say, Hamlet never did kill his mother, whatever he might have done to anybody else's mother! [ADA turns away L., disconsolately. INGOT smiles, up c.] Ingot, my city Trojan, let's have that other glass! [Rises.

Ingot. [struggles with him.] You are not sober, Mr. Garrick !

Garrick. I am sober-I am, you muddy-faced scoundrel-I am sober! [Gets glass. Mrs. S. When are you going to hact, Mr. Garrick?

Garrick. Hact, Mother Smith?
Mrs. S. Mother Smith!

Garrick. You are a mother, ain't you? mother of seventeen children?

Smith. I should like to see you play the Merchant of Venice you speak so much about. Ara. Oh, give us a tradge-e-dy! Jones. Or a co-co-co-comedy!

[ADA crosses to R. front, to seat there.

Mrs. S. Or a piece out of the hop-e-roar! Smith. [pushed forward by MRS. SMITH.] Mr. Garrick. [imitates.] Hoperoar! [In seat by Garrick, do you know, sir, that you are speaking ARAMINTA, plays with her feather. She draws to my wife? [GARRICK seizes him by the throat. back; he follows; she defends with fan; JONES Struggle.] Oh! [MRS. SMITH seizes his coat-tails; gets teapot and rushes at GARRICK, who rises. ARAMINTA seizes MRS. SMITH'S skirts; JONES JONES puts teapot down, frightened. SMITH cross- seizes ARAMINTA'S skirts. es to L. table, and strikes cards on table. JONES goes to him.] Give Coco his muffin. [Going L.] Cards! I doat on cards! [At table. [Shocked.

Ada. [aside.] A gamester! Garrick. I'll play the two of you! I'll cut the first ace for ten guineas-forty-fifty!

[Business with cards between the three. Ada. [faintly.] Dear father, dear father! Garrick. [sings.] "Dear father, dear father." Don't you hear your innocent child a-calling you? She is, you d- -d old scoundrel! Why, whyhe, he [laughing] here's a pack of drunken cards! funniest thing I ever saw in my life.

Jones. [playing.] T-t-ten. [GARRICK puts candle to JONES' mouth, who blows it out; JONES coughs.

Smith. [laughs] Ho, ho, ho! [GARRICK puts second candle to his mouth; same business of SMITH blowing it out and coughing.

Garrick. [laughs, takes pack.] Are the cards all shuffled?

Jones. Ye-es, the c-c-c-cards are all shu-uffled. Garrick. Jones, [imitating] if you can't speak, why d-d-don't you sing?

Jones. You sing, M-M-Mr. Garrick.

Garrick. So I will, if you'll join in the chorus. Jones. Yes, I'll j-j-join in the co-co-co-chorus. Garrick. [slaps SMITH on shoulder.] It's all right, Jones says; [imitating] he'll join in the co-co-co-chorus. [Sings in a broken voice.] "Wine inspires-" [Breaks down.

Jones. Th-th-that's too high.
Garrick. You begin, then.

Jones. [stuttering, sings.] "W-w-w-wine inspires us, and fuf-fuf-fuf-fires us!"

Garrick. Now then, come in on the chorus, Aramathusalem!

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Ada. [rings bell by pull, R. 1 E.] Mr. Garrick, I request that you leave the house.

Garrick Leave your house! Enter THOMAS, R. U. E., with two other SERVANTS. Ada. Mr. Garrick's coach!

Garrick. [sadly, natural voice.] You bid me leave!

Mrs. S. This comes of sitting down with a pack of players.

Ara. A low-bred mounting-bank. Garrick. [savagely.] Players? What do you, or the likes of you, know about players-about their aspirations and their ambitions?

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Garrick. Old Cold Muffins wants bloodshed! Ha! wouldst struggle with the Nemean lion's nerve?

Ada. If you do not leave, the servants shall turn you out.

Garrick. And serve him right, too. [Releases SMITH and goes up c. a little. To INGOT, aside.] Get me out of this, I can't bear it longer. [Aloud.] Put out old Coco. I am going. Good-bye, mother of seventy children.

Mrs. S. Oh!

Garrick. Good-bye, Cold Muffins.
Smith. Cold Muffins!

Garrick. Farewell! [Pathetically.] Farewell, and treasure deep that which I love the most, yet leave behind. Farewell!

Smith. [follows GARRICK up c.] Jones, kick him out.

Garrick. [turns fiercely and SMITH runs down L. c. front.] Kick!

"You common cry of curs, whose bieath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize That do corrupt my air. I banish you;

As the dead carcasses of unburied men

And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumor shake your hearts;
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,

[Points to ARAMINTA'S shaking head and fan.
Fan you into despair!
Despising, for you, the city, thus I turn my back;
There is a world elsewhere!"

[Snaps his fingers and lifts his foot as if in a contemptuous kick. Up to R. U. E., tears down curtain of R. U. E. so that it enwraps him like a mantle, and rushes off, R. U. E.

Ara. Oh, it's too much! [Faints in JONES' arms and nearly bears him down.

Jones. A great deal too much.

Smith. Did you hear him? He called me a "rotten hen."

Mrs. S. [to INGOT.] He's an out-dacious rascal. You, Mr. Ingot, ought to be ashamed of yourself! A man that calls himself respectable to ask such people to dinner! ADA is weeping to herself R. ARAMINTA goes R.] He wanted to kill my Sawny!

Smith. [to INGOT.] Oh, I'll never stick my legs under your mahogany again!

Ara. [hammers BROWN on sofa with fan.] Wake up! I've been insulted! Wake up!

[Pokes him in side. Brown. [sits up bewildered.] What's the-oh, my ribs! [Rises.

Ara. I want to go home. I've been insulted. Brown. [goes to INGOT, C.] Mr. Ingot, good evening! Araminta wants to go home. I'm very much obliged to you [shaking hands] for the quiet evening I've had. [Takes handkerchief off his head and goes off R. U. E. slowly.

Ara. I'll never come see you again! Come along, Mr. Jones!

Jones. I'll never co-co-come ag-gug-gug-gain! [ARAMINTA walks him off after BROWN, R. U. E., indignantly.

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