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Rorke. Things are coming to a crisis with a Blob. Yes—it's in the next room-how the deuce vengeance. This is the first blow, and it's a did you know? staggerer. The way these lawyers humbug about Weaz. [astonished.] I beg your pardonis enough to break a fellow's heart. There's Blob. Oh, if yer hapologizes, I'm satisfied; go on. Weazel been a month raising the money on my Weaz. [bowing.) Mr. Rorke's father having reversion, and I haven't touched a penny yet. I died intestateshall have every creditor I possess down upon me Blob. Cholera, I suppose. unless I can keep this affair quiet. They'll be for Wcaz. Sir! locking me up, and how the deuce am I to carry Blob. Didn't you say he died of his intestines ? off Laura out of her guardian's clutches then? I Weaz. [offended.] Really, sir, this is a serious must make an effort to raise the wind in some business ; I haven't time for joking. direction, but hang it, I can't leave town! I expect Blob. Cholera generally is a serious business; that beast Tressider will call me out for last but there, let's get on. night's work; ard if I left London now, they'd Weaz. His father having died, as I just now say I'd run away to escape fighting.

stated, it devolves upon you to make affidavit as Blob. [putting in his head.) The coat's a sight to his son's identity. One reason of my visit was too big, Mr. Rorke, but the boots is a-pinchin' to inform him of this; having so opportunely met horful.

[Pulls his head in again. you, may I ask you to come with me at once for Rorke. Oh, bother! Don't raise difficulties out this purpose? I've a cab at the door. of nothing, but look alive in case anybody comes. Blob. What! leave this room to go with you? [To himself.) I'll be off to Weazel at once, and Weaz. Just so--it's no distance to Chancery see if he can help me out of this fix. [To BLOB- Lane-we won't detain you. BER.] Now then, are you coming?

Blob. Oh, won't yer? Now, I say, look here, Blob. (outside.] I'm a-hurryin' desp'rate, only you're a lawyer-bain't yer afraid o'mixin' yerself here's one button as hain't got no button-hole to up in this illegal bis'ness? put himself into.

Weaz. Sir! Illegal! Explain yourself, sir. Re-cnter BLOBBER, R. C.

Blob. I will hexplain. You're hemployed to a-lookin' stout and 'ale. There's fashion for yer, that little warmint yer namesake. How do, my boy ? Commong vous porter. You're entice me out o’ this yer room; but it's no go, old

feller; yer don't catch me asleep, any more than though it does sound uncommonly beery. Rorke. Yes, you'll do. I haven't time to teach

Weaz. I am acting, sir, entirely in the interests you your part now; I am going out. If anybody of Mr. Rattleton Rorke. comes, mind, say as little as you can, and tell them

Blob. Werry likely, but that hain't the ticket as to call again; and now to get rid of you as soon as

fits Simon Blobber. possible.

[Exit RORKE, L. C.

Weaz. Simon who? [Going up to him.] AlBlob. Get gid o' me! Is he a-goin' to try any isn't at all clear to me that you've any right here:

though I find you in possession of this room, it little game to get me out, I wonder? I'll keep a sharp lookout. Why don't these swells wear

Blob. [aside.] “In possession ”—he can't ha' bigger boots ? It ain't because they can't afford found me out, can he? Oh, I must swagger a to pay for more leather. They have such beastly!

bit. [Aloud.] It's a rum coincidence, but that's small feet, I suppose; what yer calls a “conform the werry idea as has just come into my head ity of these hextremities.” There ain't many men

If these boots weren't so infernally in our purfeshun as could do this sort oʻthing. tight, I'd kick you out o' this yer room. It's lucky for Rorke as old Maggs weren't sent for

Weaz. Hum! I'm a student of human nature, the job here; he'd a-looked a beauty, dressed up

sir. I apologize for my harshness; you must have as one of the haristocracy. Now, when I was at a right to be here, or you wouldn't be so confident. the opera, I mixed in the werry best society, and

Blob. Right! Well, you're talking sensible at a deal o' their manners has rubbed theirselves off

last. I've as much right here as Rorke himself. onto me. [Knock at door heardBLOBBER seats

Weaz. [aside.] This is some eccentric relative himself grandly.] I'm to say as little as I can

I've never heard of. I'll make one more attempt very good. Come in!

to persuade him. [Aloud.] I presume, sir, you

really have Mr. Rattleton Rorke's interest at Enter WEAZEL, L. C.

heart? Weazel. Good-morning. Mr. Rorke is

Blob. Maybe. I don't see how it matters to you. Blob. Hout.

Weaz. It does immensely at this present Weaz. That's unfortunate. Will he be long? moment. I must prove his identity. Now, my Blob. Can't say.

dear sir, do oblige me by coming as far as ChanWeaz. Beg pardon, but I think you are his- cery Lane; we shan't be a moment, I assure you. Blob. Relation.

Blob. You blessed willain! Do you think I was Weaz. Exactly; Mr. Neville, if I mistake not. born yesterday, to be wheedled by your wile inMy name is Weazel—I'm his lawyer. I think I'd wentions? Come, now, jest you get out-you're better

a low pettifoggin' quill-driver, goin' about like a Blob. Call again.

raging Weazel, seeking innocent wictims to deWeaz. Well, you see, that will be very incon- wour. You'd better slope at once, for these boots venient; might I ask you to hear my report ?-I is gettin' heasier every moment, I can tell yer. think you are standing in loco parentis.

[Makes pretense of kicking somebody. Blob. If that's French for "tight boots," I'm Weaz. Stand back, you insulting scoundrel ! if standing in two “loco prentises."

you lay a finger on me, I'll make you rue it. Weaz. (surprised.] Ha, ha! (Aside.) A very Blob. Oh, will yer? [Makes a rush at himremarkable gentleman! '[Aloud.] This is the WEAZEL dodges, and erit rapidly, L. c.] That's original business, you see; your old suit is put off — wot I calls maintainin' the dignity o' the purfesh

about you.

un. Trying to coax me hout, indeed—if Rorke Bloh. Well, you are about the most unreasonput him up to that he hain't took much by the job. ablest party I ever seed. Praps this is another o' I wonder whether it ’ud be safe to get out o’these your dodges to get me took off to a 'sylum. No, I here boots ? I'm beginnin' to feel throttled about hain't out o' my mind—I'm uncommonly well in it the feet. No, it won't do. Hif I takes 'em off, I just now, thank'ee. shall never get 'em on again. [Knocking fiercely Major. And you say that Mr. Rorke has deputed heard at door.] Hullo, here's some one else. I you to make all the necessary arrangements for wish Rorke 'ud come back. [More fierce knocks.] his meeting with Captain Tressider? He's in a desperate 'urry, this 'un. Come in. Blob. He hain't reputed me to do nothing o' the Enter MAJOR MOLPOTHERLEY, L. C.

sort. Major. (stiffty.] Servant, sir-Mr. Rattleton Major. [jumping up.] Ten thousand devils ! Rorke is

He shall answer to me for this conduct. You Blob. Hout.

mags of brutalized humanity, why couldn't you Major. Quite right. Then I presume he has have said so when I came in? If you have any deputed you to receive me—you act as his friend ? brains—which I doubt-tell him he shall bear Blol. And relation.

from me—Major Molpotherley—on my own acMajor. Ha, that is of no importance-introduce count. It's useless to fix a quarrel upon you, you myself—Major Molpotherley, at your service; at animated scarecrow. [Erit, furiously, l. C. Captain Tressider's request I wait upon you to

Blob. Well this is earnin' a sovereign pretty arrange a meeting between himself and Mr. hardly, I do think. The pinchin' o' these here Rorke. You don't apologize, of course?

boots is worth all the money, arout being set upon Blob. Apologize! why should I?

and badgered to leave my post by two such deep Major. No, no; I like your spirit—why should chaps as those. I've done enough for the tin now, you? Delighted to have you with us shall we so blowed hif I don't strike. These here togs is say to-morrow morning ?

werry nobby, but I've 'ad my fill of 'em. I'll just Blob. Now look here, you're not going to try any walk inter the hother room and get on my own dodge to get me out, are you ?

suit again; though humble, it 'as its comforts, 'speMajor. My good sir, let us be calm. It's your cially about the feet. [Is going towards bedroom, principal we intend to parade, not you; you don't when another knock is heard.] There, blow it, object to pistols ?

now I'm in for it again! Why don't that Rorke Blob. Yes, I do—they've a nasty knack of going stop at home and receive his wisitors [Knock off arout your knowing it.

heard again.] Oh, come in, do. Major. You don't propose fighting with swords? Enter Miss PLATTS, hurriedly, L. Blob. I don't propose fighting at all.

Miss Platts. Oh, if you please, Mr. Rorke—why, Major. Why, confound it, man, what do you my goodness, it isn't Mr. Rorke! mean? You don't mean to apologize, and you Blob. Don't be disappointed, most lovely hapdon't mean to fight. Explain yourself, sir, for parishun-Rorke are not at home, but if yer rehang me if I can understand you.

quires to pour yer sorrers inter a sympathetic 'art, Blob. And hang me if I understand you. I've I am 'ere. obeyed orders, and said as little as I can; but if Miss P. [aside.) This must be his uncle, I supyou come here worritin' me about swords and pis- pose. [Aloud.] Oh, sir, you're very kind, we're tols, and fightin', you'll rouse my temper. in great trouble—it's all found out, and mistress's

Major. [astounded.] The man's mad—raving guardian's been a goin' on horful; he's threatened mad. Give me your name, sir, hang it, give me to give me warning for carrying their letters. your name! I'll post you at every club in London. Mistress sent me to fetch Mr. Rorke at once, and

Blob. Post me! Now do I look like a letter? I wasn't to go back without him. You've been puttin' away your liquor rather early Blob. Then take a chair, my dear, and wait till this morning, I should say.

he comes 'ome. Major. You infernal scoundrel! I'll have you Miss P. No, no, no! I mustn't; you'll do just as out, as sure as my name's Molpotherley

well-you can explain it all—come along directly. Blob. Oh, that is your little game, then, after [Pulls BLOBBER violently towards door. all-blest if I didn't think so. Now take my ad-: Blob. Oh! I say be careful; I can't move at that vice, don't you try it on--it's agin the law to try pace in these boots—besides, I can't come. and get me out, and you'll find yourself in Queer Miss P. You must-you must! There isn't a Street if yer attempts it.

minute to lose. Major. The law! You sneaking coward, what

You sneaking coward, what | Blob. Now, look here, young woman, I begins do you suppose I care for the law when my honor's to mistrust you. Have you been set on to do this? concerned? We'll fight across a handkerchief. Miss P. Yes-yes; I told you so. Blob. Figbt across a landkercher!

Blob. Well, you're a cool ’un; and you thinks Major. Yes, I hold one corner, you the other; as I shall leave my post here to go with you ! we fire at the first signal.

Miss P. Of course I do. Don't be so long makBlob. (pulling out and exhibiting a very ragged ing up your mind. When a lady's in distress, you handkerchief.] I've used this here werry useful ought to fly to her assistance, and leave everything article for somethin' like six years, and if yer else to take care of itself. think I'm a going to hemploy it now for such a Blob. Oh, hought I? I've a great admiration blood-thirsty purpose, why, you must take me for for the sex, and I've taken a huncommon fancy to a bigger fool than I look.

you, but if you was to ask me to come for a walk Major. (sinking into a chair.] This passes all round Regency Park, and wind up with tea and belief. My good man, are you insane? Comfort creasses at Greenwich, I couldn't do it now. me by telling me that you're out of your mind, Miss P. Why not? and then I shall know what to do.

Blob. [mysteriously.] Ah! there you see your'e touchin' on family affairs. You see there's a skel- Blob. Yes, and throttled me in his beastly boots. lington in the cupboard here.

Rorke. And instructed him if anyone called Miss P. (screaming.] A skeleton! Oh! where during my absence, to ask them to call again. If is it! Protect me. [Falls into his arms. he has offended you, I hope you'll allow the pres

Blob. [aside.) This 'udbe werry nice, if it sure of circumstances to plead my excuse. weren't for these here confounded boots. [Aloud.] Weaz. Ha, ha! Clever dodge. Well, then, my Don't be frit, my dear, I was hindulgin' in a figure dear boy, I'm satisfied; and as, I dare say, it o' speech.

won't break your heart to lose that inestimable Miss P. Figure of speech, indeed! You ought relative, I'll write him a check for the amount. to be ashamed of yourself to go and frighten a Major. Your hand, Mr. Rorke. Appearances poor girl in that way—now just say will you come were against you; but I've suffered from the or won't you?

depredations of these sharks myself before now. Blob. You'd better wait for Rorke; he's the right I retract my challenge. Glad to find our friend sort o' chap to fight his own battles.

here will rid you of your troublesome visitor. Miss. P. And you call yourself a man, to stand Rorke. [to BLOBBER.] What the deuce do you by and see a woman wrongfully accused, when a mean by standing before that door in such a mysfew words from you would put everything right? terious attitude ? Is there anything in there? [Voices heard without.] Good heavens! That's Blob. Hush! it's only the cat. I put her there master's voice, and he's coming up-stairs. Oh! to be out of the way. hide me somewhere-hide me somewhere! I shall Rorke. Stand aside-we'll see what pussy's like. be ruined—we'll all be ruined if he finds me here! Blob. You'd better not there'll be an horeful

Blob. Well, to prove I hain't so hard-hearted shindy if yer does ! as been makinout, I can RorkeBLOBBER aside, opens door R. C., do for yer; but blest if I know wot to do. [Look- and brings MISS PLATTS out.] Phew! Well, Í ing round.] I know-here, pop inter this here wonder what other little games you've been up room till he's gone. [Opens bed-room door R. C., to? [Recognizing Miss PLATTS.) Why, it's Piretpushes her in and stands before it.

ta! What the dickens are you doing here?

Miss P. Oh, Mr. Rorke, we're ruined! You've Enter L. C., precipitately, RORKE, WEAZEL and ruined us all!

MAJOR MOLPOTHERLEY, all talking at once. Major. Death and destruction! What do I see? Rorke. Now, pow, if you gentlemen will only My ward's maid here ! Ha! I begin to understand speak one at a time, I may possibly get some idea it all. Explain your presence here at once. of the grievance you both complain of.

| Miss P. Oh, Mr. Rrke! my mistress sent me Weaz. and Major. I've been grossly insulted !

for you. Tell the Major all about it-he's found Weaz. {to MAJOR.] State your case first, sir. out everything. Major. Mr. Rorke-I called, sir, respecting the

Major. What do I hear? [To RORKE.] Do you slight affair between yourself and Captain Tressi- mean to tell me that you're the man who has der. I was led to believe by that lump of imbe- dared to get engaged to my ward without my cility-[pointing to BLOBBER]--that he was em

consent? Ten thousand devils! Consider the powered to make arrangements on your behalf challenge renewed, sir. for a duel with the Captain. He insulted me in a

Weaz. Major-Major-don't be so excited-let way I never submitted to before. It's useless to me have a word with you. [Takes MAJOR aside. ] fix a quarrel on such a wretched idiot-so as he See here, now—I'm acquainted with the whole calls himself your relation, I shall hold you an

affair—the parties are desperately attached to each swerable, sir, and I demand satisfaction! other; and when we've got through a few points

Rorke. [bowing to the MAJOR.] Now, Mr. Wea- of law-mere forms—this young fellow will come zel, for the history of your wrongs.

into a handsome income. You couldn't get a betWeaz. Well, my dear Rorke, on calling to see ter match for your ward in all respects. you, I certainly received such treatment at the Major. But consider, sir, they've deceived me hands of that demented ruffian, your relation

Weaz. Don't they always deceive everybody, (pointing to BLOBBER]—that I should certainly these young lovers—including themselves ? Come, like some explanation of his extraordinary conduct.

be reasonable. Rorke. [to BLOBBER.! So it seems you have

Major. I'm half inclined to take your advice. been going on beautifully in my absence. What I've hardly had a single moment's peace since old have you got to say?

Burnaby left me guardian to his daughter. Yes, Blob. I forgives 'em—they're riled acos they I'll do it—this will shift the responsibility off me. found as Simon Blobber weren't born yesterday.

Mr. Rorke, your hand again–I consent. There, Weaz. Simon Blobber! Who on earth is he?

now that's off my mind. Rorke. Well, gentlemen, as men of honor, I'll

Rorke. A thousand thanks, Major; you have place myself in your hands. The fact is, my re- made me the happiest man in London. [Turning mittances have failed very inopportunely. [To to BLOBBER. ] Now, as for you, my friend Mr. WeaWEAZEL.] That you know. The distinguished zel here will hand you the one hundred and thirperson standing there--( pointing to BLOBBER]—is ty-four-twelve-two"--and I'll throw in the suit a monument of the injustice of English law. My in which you've distinguished yourself so much. landlord has kindly " seized” for rent, and that

Blob. Thanky, Mr. Rorke, you're a gentleman ; aristocratic individual is “in possession." Not but jest tell your respectable uncle to have his wishing my friends to become acquainted with boots made a few sizes larger against the next what will prove only a temporary inconvenience, time as I come here to be put “IN POSSESSION.” I dressed him in a suit of my uncle's clothes

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" True bearts are more than coronets,

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D'Alroy. True! [Sighs.] Ah! I can't live away from her!

Hautree. Poor old D'Al! So you've brought me over the water to—

D'Alroy. Stangate !

Hautree. [nods.] Stangate—to see her. For

the same sort of a reason, when a patient is in a An Original Comedy, in Three Nets. dangerous state, one doctor calls in another-doc

tor, to hold a consul-tationBY T. W. ROBERTSON, ESQ.

D'Alroy. And then—the patient dies !

Hautree. Tell us all about it. You know I've
CAST OF CHARACTERS.
Prince of Wales' Theatre, Wallack's, New

D'Alroy. Well, eighteen months ago
London, 1867. York, Dec., 1875.
Hon. George D'Alroy. Mr. Fred. Younge. Mr. H. J. Montague.

Hautree. Oh, cut that! You told me all that! Eccles..

George Honey. Harry Beckett. How you went to the theatre, and saw a girl in Captain Hautree. Sidney Bancroft. C. A. Sterenson, Sam Gerridge....

Hare.

E. M. Holland.

the balletDixon..

J. F. Josephs.

D' Alroy. I found her to be an amiable, good Marquise de St. Maur. Miss Sophia Larkin. Madame Ponisi.

girlEsther .. Lydia Foote.

Ada Dyas. Polly..... Marie Wilton, Miss Effie Germon. Hautree. Of cawse ! Cut that! Credit her with

all the virtues. EXITS AND ENTRANCES.-R. means Right; L. Left; R. D. Right Door; L. D. Left Door; 2 E. Second Entrance; U. E. Upper Entrance; M. D. Middle D'Alroy. She works hard to support a drunken Door. RELATIVE POSITIONS.-R. means Right; L. Left; c. Centre; R. Right father. Centre; L. C. Left Centre, &c. The reader is supposed to be on the stage, facing the audience.

Hautree. Oh ! father drunken So-the-ah

father does not inherit the daughter's virtue? ACT I.

D'Alroy. No! [Dashes his hand down.] I hate SCENE.Interior of House in Stangate. Even- him! ing, twilight. Gas down half turn in side E., L.

Hautree. Quite right. and R. 2 E. See to fire in fireplace L. 1 E. As D'Alroy. She—that is, Esther—is also very good the curtain rises stage is clear. Sound of key to a younger sister. in D. R. 2 E., after knock there.

Hautree. Younger sister also angelic, amiable,

and accomplished ? Enter D. R. 2 E., GEORGE D'ALROY, followed by HAUTREE. HAUTREE comes slowly down R. to Large temper! Well, after some difficulty, I

D'Alroy. Nein! Good enough! Got a temper! front, eye-glass in play.

managed to get to speak with her-Esther-to see D'Alroy. (hangs key on nail against flat R.] I her to her doortold you so.

The key was under the mat, in case Hautree. I know. Pastry-cooks, Richmond I should come. The girls are not yet back from dinner, and—all that sawt of thing! rehearsal. Confound rehearsals! [Crosses up L. D'Alroy. You're too fast, Hautree. Pastry

Hautree. (R. front.] Aah! So this is the cooks, yes! Richmond dinners, no! The fact is, fairy's bowaw?

your knowledge of the world fifty yards around D Alroy. Yes. [L. 1 E.] And this is the fairy's barracks misleads you. I saw her every day. I fireplace! The fire is laid, and I'll light it! fell in love, and kept on falling-falling-falling

[Does so with match from mantel. till I thought I never would reach the bottom. Hautree. And this is the abode rendered sacred Then I met you. by her presence? This is where she lives, walks, Hautree. Ya-as. I thought it only an amourand talks-eats and drinks ? Does she-ah! eat ette when you told me. It was a fire-a conflaand drink?

gration; subdue it. I saw was a case, and I adD'Alroy. Yes—and heartily! I've seen her- vised you to try-dissipation. many a time! [Leans against mantel, L. 1 E. D'Alroy. I did try dissipation.

Hautree. Yass! [Takes chair, C. R. of table, L. Hautree. With what success ? c. front, playing with cane.) So you are really D'Alroy. None! It gave me an aching head and spooney Case of true love? hit dead ?

a sore heart! D'Alroy. Right through! [Thoughtfully. Hautree. Try foreign travel. 16 Absence makes Hautree. True-ue.

the heart grow stronger! Get leave, and cut away.

D'Alroy. I did get leave and cut away. While D'Alroy. [to HAUTREE.] This is the father. I was away, I was miserable. [At fireplace.] I Hautree. Časide.] The drunken father! Ah! found I was a goner coon than ever.

D'Alroy. (to EccLEs.] I suppose Miss Esther Hautree. Then what is to be done?

and her sister have not yet returned from reD'Alroy. I don't know. I ask you to come and hearsal ? see her.

Eccles. (shuffles down R.] Not yet, sir. I expec Hautree. Now, look here, D'Alroy! Of course 'em in every minute. I hopes you ’ave been quite you are not so soft as to think of marriage? You well since I seed you last ? know what your mother is—and what she would D'Alroy. Quite, thank you! By-the-by, this is think of it. You will behave properly—with a a friend of mine I took the liberty of bringing proper regard for the world and all that sort of with me. thing :-or do the other thing. The-ah girl is nice Eccles. [bows.] Any friend of the Honorable enough no doubt, for her station, but you can't Mr. D'Alroy—I'm sure !

(R. front. dream of making her Mrs. D'Alroy!

D'Alroy. And how have you been, Mr. Eccles? D'Alroy. Why not? What's to prevent me? Eccles. Well, sir—[sigh]-I haven't been the Hautree. The social laws—so good—of Caste! thing at all. My ’ealth and spirits is broke. I'm The inexorable laws of Caste!

not the man I used to be—I'm not accustomed to D'Alroy. My dear Art!

this sort of life. Ah! gentlemen, I'm a man what Hautree. My dear D'Al! The other sort of has seen better days—most like gone forever! It's thing—the marriages with common people--is all a drefful thing for a man at my time of life to look very well in novels, and plays on the stage, where back on better days gone most like forever. the people don't exist. There's no harm done, D'Alroy. I dessay. and it's sometimes interesting. But real people, Eccles. Once proud and prosperous, now poor real mothers, real relations, real connections, in and lowly! Once a 'spectable tradesman, I'm real life, it's quite another matter. It's utter social forced by the pressure of circumstances over and personal annihilation !

which I have no control, to seek for work and not D'Alroy. [thoughtfully.] As for my mother, I to find it. never thought of her.

D'Alroy. I dessay. Hautree. Of course not! Lovers are so beastly Eccles. But the poor and lowly is often hardly selfish.

used. What chance has a working-man? D'Alroy. My father died when I was three years Huutree. (at fireplace L. 1 E., aside.] None ! old, and my mother married before I was six. when he won't work! Married a Frenchman.

Eccles. I'm sorry, gentlemen, I can't offer you Hautree. A nobleman of the most ancient family any refreshments. Ah! luxury and me has long of equal blood to her own. She obeyed the laws been strangers--long been strangers ! imposed by Caste.

D'Alroy. Sorry to hear your misfortunes, Mr. D'Alroy. Caste again! That caused a separa- Eccles ! tion between us. My brother lives abroad and I Eccles. Ah, sir! I've had many on 'em-many do not see him. I confess that as to my mother, on 'em! I–I look upon her with a kind of superstitious awe! D'Alroy. [gives ECCLES coin.] Perhaps you will

Hautree. Ya-as! She is a sort of Grand Brah- permit me to offer you a trifling loan ? min Priestess !

Eccles. (smiles, etc.) You're a gentleman, Mr. D'Alroy. Just so. Now I know I am a fool—I D'Alroy! a real gentleman ! hanybody can tell a have a thick tongue and a lisp—which makes me real gentleman with half a sovereign! I mean, appear more of a fool than I am. You are clever, with half an heye! A real gentleman, and underArthur, perhaps a little too clever! You are pay- stands the nateral emotions of the working-man! ing your devoirs—[comes c. by table, smiling)—I Poverty! poverty's a thing that should be encourbelieve that is the correct word ? 'paying your aged ! and pride should be put down by the-the devoirs to Florence Carberry, daughter of the strong hand of pecooniary necessity! Thank Countess. She is of higher rank than you. Is she 'eavens, we are all equal in mind and feelings ! to forget Caste?

Hautree. [aside.) I should hope not. Hautree. Ah! that argument does not apply. Eccles. [abruptly.] I've a neighbor I want to

D'Alroy. [at mantel L. 1 E.) True hearts are speak to, awaiting for me houtside. [Goes up, R.] more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman The gals 'll be in presently. Sorry to leave you, blood !"

gentlemen-sorry to leave you. Hautree. Oh, cut that! If you are a-going to D'Alroy. Don't mention it! look at it from the point of view of poetry-going Eccles. But business is business! Good evening, off to No Man's Land, I won't follow you! gentlemen! (Hand on R. 2 E. D.] Good evening,

D'Alroy. No gentleman can be ashamed of the gentlemen, good evening. woman he loves! Whatever her original station, [Claps his hat on triumphantly. Exit R. 2 E. he raises her to the same position he holds himself! Hautree. [railing.) So this is Papa Eccles! But

Hautree. Ya-as! He raises her-her! But, her “ True hearts are more than coronets, and simple connections, but, her relations! How about them? faith than Norman blood.” [D'ALROY in chair,

Voice of Eccles. [off R. U. E.] Polly! [Angrily.] C., by table.] Poor old boy! I wonder what the Polly! Why the

most noble your mother the Marquise de St. Maur Enter ECCLES, R. 2. E. D.

would think of Papa Eccles. devil couldn't you— (HAUTREE rises. D'ALROY D'Alroy. Cut that! goes up L. to C., biting his lips.

Hautree. Come, come, admit that there is someEccles. (up R.] Mr. D’Alroy—[takes hat off]-I thing in Caste! Wed in the family of that drunk-I didn't see you. Good evening, sir! The same ard, that rinsing of stale beer, that walking tapto you and many of them!

room! You've run too far-pull up. Try the

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