_MRS. CHARGELY'S Garden.--At the back of stage a high wall; to the R. 3 E. part of the house, with door and practicable window.--Dark._ _Enter BOLT, from back, R._ BOLT. Egad, I've succeeded in concealing myself among the statues and the shrubs, &c. I wish that wall was not so devilish high, and that gate not quite so firmly fastened. I wonder where Bobby is. MIZ. (_Still in cloak and bonnet, looking out of window, R. 3 E._) Charley, is that you? BOLT. Yes; how snug you look, up there! MIZ. How do you like your day's pleasure? BOLT. Amazingly! It is a spicy sort of pleasure--keeps one awake. I told you we should have something to laugh at. MIZ. Yes, the wrong side of our mouths. If ever I do go out with you again! _Enter CUTAWAY, with ladder, L. U. E. BOLT steps back._ CUT. Fortune favours the bold. This is an unexpected prize--found it in the knife room--and the dear creature at yonder window, she shall descend: then we'll over the wall.--By-the-by, I wonder what has become of that inefficient representation of myself.--Harriet! MIZ. Hilloa! you there! CUT. There she is, beautiful as ever. BOLT. (_Aside._) True,--all cats are alike in the dark. CUT. Come to the arms of your ever-faithful Cutaway. MIZ. You make me blush. CUT. I have a ladder, dearest; will you descend it? MIZ. I believe you, I will;--Come, look alive!--put it up! CUT. Her every word inspires confidence. BOLT. (_Aside._) An unconscious auxiliary. CUTAWAY. (_Puts ladder against window, R. 3 E._) Descend, dearest, descend; and take care of the water-butt;--do not, star as you are, set in the ocean. (_MIZZLE descends._)--Now let's away! MIZ. Stay, my bundle! oh, my bundle! CUT. What bundle, sweetest? MIZ. A bundle I have left; so do you bundle up the ladder and get it. CUT. Your desires are commands, lovely one.--She is hoarse;--caught cold, poor thing. (_Ascends ladder and goes in at window._) BOLT. I say, Bob, what did you send him in there for? MIZ. Why the cursed officers are breaking open the door. I heard them; so I gave him for a sop--Ha! ha! ha! BOLT. Ha! ha! ha! poor devil! Now away with the ladder to the garden wall. (_MIZZLE plants ladder against wall, L._) Now we'll ascend, and drop on the other side. CUT. (_At window, R._) Harriet! Harriet, my love! I can find no bundle. MIZ. Can't you? then here is one for you. (_Takes off cloak and bonnet--wraps bonnet in cloak, and throws them in window._) CUT. A man! duped--cheated! BOLT. Up the ladder, Bobby, my boy! MIZ. Yes, we are off!--The devil take the hindmost--Good by, my own true love. CUT. (_Feeling about._) The ladder, where is the ladder? (_A crash is heard in the house, as of a door breaking.--Officers appear at window.--Exeunt over wall.--The ladies scream.--Scene closes_) SCENE VIII. _Outside of Shop.--Shop shut up, with "Cotton, hosier, &c." written on it.--The shop door to open.--Stage dark._ _Enter BOLT and MIZZLE._ BOLT. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!