BUNNY. Stop; precede me with your lantern. (_JONATHAN goes rapidly out at door, C., and disappears_) Holloa, stop for me, sir! (_about to go out through door--turns to PHOEBE_) Remember, Miss Phoebe, I depend on you. (_he goes out, and immediately a noise is heard as of a person falling down stairs_) PHOEBE. Ha, ha, ha! uncle little suspects that I've written to my dear Triptolemus at Cambridge! but I wasn't so imprudent as to tell him where I lived--no, no, I only sent him the address of our establishment in Cranbourne Alley, and---- VOICE. (_outside_) Phoebe, Phoebe! PHOEBE. That's our third floor's voice. Is that you, Miss Arabella? Come in. _ARABELLA HARDAPORT enters at door, L. C._ ARABELLA. I've got three orders for the theatre to-night, will you come? My cousin, Mr. Luke Sharp, has volunteered to escort us. PHOEBE. (_aside_) Another cousin! that makes the thirty-seventh that _I_ know of. (_aloud_) Much obliged, but I'm engaged--I'm going to Mr. Bunny's ball. ARABEL. Well, if you won't come with us, I'll say good-bye--Oh, stop! do step down a minute, there's a good girl, and tell me if my new pork pie suits me. PHOEBE. Pork pie? ARABEL. Yes--my hat; it's a present from Cousin Benjamin. PHOEBE. (_aside_) Thirty-eight! ARABEL. Do oblige me, there's a dear. And, Phoebe---- PHOEBE. Well! ARABEL. I _am_ so puzzled which gown to put on; I know I look best in my peach blossom silk that cousin George gave me; and yet I ought to wear my light blue satin, for cousin Frederick's sake. PHOEBE. (_aside_) Forty! (_aloud_) Well, I'll step down with you; but I can't stop long. _They both go out at L. C._ _Here TRIPTOLEMUS BROWN is seen to get out of one of the chimney pots, and then to clamber in at the window in a very excited and exhausted state--his dress, face and hands, covered with patches of soot--he is without his hat._