POLICEMAN. Ugh! Well, as I don't suppose you mean to give the wind in charge, and as I don't see how I could take it into custody if you did, I shall be off. _Exit at door, L. C._ JONATH. Come along, Phoebe, come along, I say. PHOEBE. (_looking anxiously towards window_) Yes, but let me finish picking up the clothes first. JONATH. I'll help you--there. (_they put linen into basket_) And now come along. (_takes hold of one end of the basket and PHOEBE of the other_) PHOEBE. (_aside_) Poor dear Triptolemus! what will become of him? JONATH. Now, come along, will you? _Exit with PHOEBE, door L. C._ SCENE SECOND.--_Third Floor--A small comfortably furnished Apartment--table and chairs. On the table are implements of the bonnet making business, work, &c., &c.--door, L. 3 E.--another door, R. 2 E.--at R. C., a fireplace, practicable--at L. C., a window--candles on table. Loud rapping heard from without at door, L. 3 E._ ARABEL. (_from door R. 2 E._) I'm coming! (_she enters in a fashionable evening dress, very much exaggerated, which she is in the act of fastening behind--knocking repeated_) ARABEL. Don't be in such a hurry; I can't let anybody in till I've hook-and-eyed myself. (_going to door L._) Who's there? PHOEBE. (_without_) It's only I--Phoebe. ARABEL. (_opening door, L. 3 E.--PHOEBE enters hurriedly_) How you frightened me, to be sure! But--(_seeing PHOEBE who is fidgetting, and looking anxiously towards the fireplace_) What's the matter, Phoebe? PHOEBE. No-thing; you haven't heard anything drop, have you? I mean---- ARABELLA. Drop? not I! What do you mean? PHOEBE. Why--I---- (_aside_) Then he's still sticking in the chimney? Poor, dear Trip! he must be a regular nigger by this time! ARABELLA. Well, I must go and finish dressing! (_goes out again, at door, R. 2 E.--PHOEBE watches her anxiously out, then runs to fireplace, and calls up the chimney_) PHOEBE. Triptolemus! Triptolemus! are you still there? TRIPTOLE. (_from chimney_) Yes! Whoever takes this house will have to take me as one of the fixtures. PHOEBE. There's nobody here. You can come down! Make haste-- (_impatiently_) make haste! (_here one or both of TRIPTOLEMUS'S legs appear hanging down, and swaying about, as if trying to find a resting place, at the same moment, a knocking is heard at the door, L. 3 E.--alarmed_) There's somebody coming! You must get up again--make haste! TRIPTOLE. Oh, bother! (_kicking his legs violently about--knocks down the fire irons, which are standing on each side of the fire place--the legs are then suddenly drawn up, and disappear_) _ARABELLA enters suddenly, R. 2 E., sideways as before._ ARABEL. What a dreadful noise! (_she has her pork-pie hat on, and carries her shawl over her arm--here the knocking is repeated louder_) Ah! there he is, at last! (_calling_) Come in, Mr. Sharp, come in.