BRIDG. On the contrary, ma'am, your admirer seems to have been dauntless in pursuing the opposite direction. MRS. C. Well, I will just go and adjust my head-dress. You will shew the young lady every attention if she should arrive meanwhile. Heigho! I dare say her delicate heart is in a fine state of palpitation. Just my case. (_Exit, R._) BRIDG. I wish she would come; I should so like to see a _young_ lady involved in a new adventure, instead of hearing an _old_ lady recount a _stale_ one. (_A violent ring heard at bell._) Bless me! that is exceedingly like a coachman's ring. _Enter, through Gothic window, MIZZLE, in cloak and bonnet, BOLT, and COACHMAN._ COACH. Yes! yes! we shall settle it right enough, I'll warrant. MIZ. (_Whispers to BOLT._) Here's a new row! I didn't want to come here. BOLT. (_Whispers._) Zounds! there's no avoiding it. Coachee swears he wont stir without the blunt. You, it seems, are booked here for some confounded person. We can't pay;--he says, "Walk in, and they'll pay for you!" So here we are. COACH. Five shillings the lady, and three and sixpence the gentleman;--they are rather short; will you pay, my good girl? BRIDG. Oh! certainly; eight and sixpence; here, Coachman. (_Gives him money, and exit COACHMAN, C._)--A gentleman, too! It is a new fashion for ladies to bring their gentlemen with them. (_Exit, L.H._) BOLT. Well, what do you think of this? MIZ. Nothing at all; it's of a piece with the rest. They'll take us to the station-house soon. We're in limbo here; admire the garden wall from the window. My eye! what a barricado! BOLT. Oh! we can't get out, so we must consider our present situation. You evidently were book'd,--I was only a chance customer; they set _you_ down here as a matter of course--_I_ might have gone on. Devilish odd, by-the-by, you crawling into the very coach upon which I jump'd. _Enter MRS. CHARGELY, R.H._ MRS. C. Oh! my dear, excuse me for keeping you waiting; but I know young ladies love moonlight. MIZ. Yes, ma'am, like second-pair lodgers, just before quarter-day. MRS. C. (_Aside._) Elegant remark!--But this gentleman? BOLT. Ah, true! (_crosses to C._) I dare say you did not expect me. How d'ye do?--The fact is--I am this young gent--ahem!--lady's brother--Yes! MRS. C. Oh! did you leave all quite well at home? MIZ. Quite! my mother is particularly well. MRS. C. Why, my dear, your father has been a widower these-- BOLT. Bless you! he has married again since. One calls one's mother-in-law "mother" you know. MIZ. They both send their compliments, Mrs.----ahem! MRS. C. Indeed! my dear young lady--your name, I believe, is-- BOLT. Precisely! MRS. C. Harriet? MIZ. You have hit it to a nicety. Don't you think, ma'am, we might take a turn about the country? BOLT. Yes! there is a most picturesque ruin of a pump-- MRS. C. To-morrow!--to-morrow! _Enter BRIDGET, L._ MRS. C. Oh! Bridget, you must provide accommodations for the young lady's brother!