MISS B. But, my dearest, where are you going? MIZ. (_Aside._) To the devil, and taking me for company. BOLT. Oh, for a holiday; just to get rid, ha, ha! of a few loose sovereigns. MISS B. Are you, indeed? Then I'll accompany you.--Now don't look sulky, Steele; you know I will--positively I will. BOLT. Well, my dear, if you will, I--heigho!--suppose you must. MIZ. (_Aside to BOLT._) I say, Bolt, that lady belongs to you, you know; if we've any refreshment, you pay the heads--we don't go halves. (_MISS B. and MRS. S. have been conversing apart._) MRS. S. Oh, I should be charmed--delighted! MISS B. Here is my bosom friend, Mrs. Stitchley, says she would like to be of the party. This little gentleman will be a nice beau for her. BOLT. (_Whispers._) I say, Bob--we _shall_ go halves. MISS B. Lend me your arm, sir. _We married_ folks lead the way. Two _hearts lead_. MRS. S. Yes, my little gentleman, we can't do better than _follow suit_. MIZ. Oh, we're a couple of trumps. I wish I could cut out of this game. (_Exeunt, two and two._) SCENE IV. (_A Room at an Inn--A window open, with balcony, a little to the R. in flat--A large screen, folded up and leaning against the flat--The only entrance is by a door in set wing L. 2 E.--tables and chairs--WAITER discovered busied about._) _Enter HARRIET and CUTAWAY, L._ CUT. Most unlucky! Hymen has extinguished his link for the day, and here we are yet unlinked--too late for the parson. HAR. Shocking, indeed; to say nothing of the impropriety of my thus running about with you. CUT. True; we are like odd gloves--a couple unpaired. No matter; to-morrow will unite us for ever. This house has a hopeful name--"The Anchor." HAR. The anchor! the very house my aunt was to have brought me to, to send to Mrs. Chargely's. My place is booked here for that purpose. CUT. No matter; some one else can represent you. The coach is unlike my heart--it can just admit another. Waiter!--shew us into a private room. WAITER. Yes, sir; this way.--James, conduct the lady to the blue parlour. CUT. Blue! another omen--emblem of constancy. HAR. Single, another day! what a misfortune! (_Exeunt, R._) WAITER. Hollo, James! James! bustle about; four more on the stairs!--shew them in here; all the other rooms are full. What a house we have to-day. _Enter BOLT, MIZZLE, MISS B., and MRS. S., L. H. D._ BOLT. Sit down, ladies,--sit down. MISS B. What a charming place! MRS. S. Yes, but any place would be charming in such company. (_The ladies sit at table, R._) MISS B. (_Aside._) If he is only playing tricks I'll be even with him.--My dear Steele, you have forgotten your gallantry; don't you ask us to take any refreshments? MIZ. (_Aside._) There they begin already! I thought they looked like appetites.--Here, Waiter! WAITER. Yes, sir. MIZ. Four bread and cheeses, and a pint of stout.--(_Aside._) Egad, they sha'n't ruin us. BOLT. The very thing! I dote upon stout, and so does Mrs. Steele.