MARY. Don't be rash, Brown. Widgetts has deceived _me_ and wronged _you;_ we must take a better way of being revenged on him. BROWN. How? What way? Tell me! I'll do anything to be down on Widgetts. MARY. Then you must assist me in a scheme I've just thought of. Here, carry this stuffed gentleman into the kitchen there. (_Pointing to dummy figure._) BROWN. This chap! Come along, old fellow. (_Takes him up._) Why he's a regular railway speculator--nothing but a man of straw. MARY. (_Taking a gown and other articles of female attire out of her basket._) Aye, here's a gown, petticoat, and stockings--(_takes a pair of green boots out of her pocket_)--and a pair of green boots. Now, Brown, you must dress the figure in these clothes. (_Gives him clothes._) BROWN. Dress him in these! Why, bless you, I don't know how. I'm not a lady's maid. MARY. Oh, never mind; you'll manage very well! There, make haste, and do as I tell you. BROWN. Well, I'm only made to order, so I'll try and do my best. [_Exit through the folding-doors into the passage, and then through the door beyond into kitchen._ MARY. (_Sits at table, R. C._) Now to write to Widgetts and tell him of my melancholy end. (_Writes and reads._) "Base man,--I have discovered the truth of your falsity, and know all about the lobsters and the cretur that's to sup with you to-night. Oh, Widgetts, once, you swore to love none but Mary _White;_ but now, your vows is _blew_ to the winds. I sha'n't trouble you no more with my _mangled_ feelings, for I'm going to drown myself in the water-butt in your kitchen; where you'll find me. Adieu, Widgetts! I forgive you; but I know that my ghost and them lobsters will sit heavy on your stomach to-night. So no more at present from your departed--MARY WHITE." BROWN. (_Coming into the passage from the kitchen and showing the figure dressed in the clothes given him by Mary._) Here she is. Will she do? MARY. Oh! beautifully! Ha, ha, ha, ha! I can't help laughing at the droll figure I cut. (_Folds and directs the letter._) There lies the train that's to blow up Widgetts. (_Rises._) Now, Brown, we must pop her head downwards into the water-butt. BROWN. Well, that's easily done. MARY. (_Widgetts heard singing in the street._) Hark! I hear Widgetts coming. Quick, we must get out by the back door quietly. [_Mary White exits into the passage, and closes the folding-doors after her._ _Enter WIDGETTS by street door, L._