A drawing-room; doors in the flat; one opening into Miss Juliana Smashaway's boudoir, and the other to her bed-chamber. She is discovered standing at the window in a pensive attitude. She sighs heavily, and rubs her temples with "eau de Cologne." _Miss S._--He comes not--half-past four! Ah, fickle Connor! Is this thy plighted faith, and thrice-pledged honour? Was it for this, I waived a grocer's hand, And twice refused a counter in the Strand, Sent back an offer from a Tenth Hussar, And without warning left Soho bazaar, Rejected Griskin, that rich man of mutton; Shy'd Lincoln Stanhope, and cut Manners Sutton? (_Sudden noise. Voices without._) _1st voice._--Fare's sixteen-pence, and with one bob I'm shamm'd! Fork out the four-pence! _2nd voice._ First I'd see you d--d! (_Door opens. Clipclose rushes in, and embraces Miss Smashaway._) _Miss S._ (_with considerable spirit._)--Unhand me, fellow! Whence this bold intrusion? I think I'll faint, I feel in such confusion. DUET--_Clipclose and Miss S._--("Pray Goody.") _Mr. C._ Oh, come, Juliana, lay aside your anger and surprise; One trifling kiss you'll scarcely miss, you know. I saw a ready pardon seal'd already in your eyes, Else, 'pon my soul! I scarce had ventur'd so. _Miss S._ True, sir; but you, sir, Should recollect what's due, sir, To one so young and innocent _Mr. C._ As pretty Missus Ju--. Oh, come, Miss S. do lay aside your anger and surprise; A trifling kiss you'll scarcely miss, you know. I saw a ready pardon seal'd already in your eyes, Else, 'pon my soul! I had not ventur'd so. (_Cab stops suddenly at the door. Miss S. looks out alarmed. Loud knocking. Alarum._) _Miss S._--Lost--lost for ever! _Mr. C._ Pray, madam, what's the matter? _Miss S._--Heard ye no broadsword on the pavement clatter? _Mr. C._--A broadsword! Zounds! My teeth begin to chatter! _Miss S._--Where shall I hide him?--(_Opens the chamber door._)--In, sir, or you 're dead. _Mr. C._--Can nothing save me? _Miss S._ Creep beneath the bed. (_Door opens. Mags peeps in._) _Mags._--She's quite alone. Oh, happy Matthew Mags! (_Maid-servant enters._) _Maid._--A chap's below who says he's Samuel Snags. _Mags._--I'm a done man; for that 'ere cove will blow me. _Miss S._--Follow me in, and I will safely stow ye. (_Enter Snags._) _Snags._--Divine Miss Smashaway, I humbly kneel To plead a passion you can never feel; A smile will save, a frown as surely kill, One who for you has robb'd his master's till. _Miss S._--Well, after that the man deserves some pity.-- Knocking again! and here comes my maid Kitty. (_Enter Maid._) _Maid._--One Mr. Poppleton. _Miss S._ Was ever one so courted? _Snags._--All's up with me; for life I'll be transported! Ma'am, could you save a lover?