MARY. Well, you _are_ a regular brick, and I don't mind if I do take some of your pickles. WID. (_Bawls._) Zounds! I say, you mustn't sup here. MARY. Mustn't sup here. (_Rises._) Why didn't you say so at once? Never mind, I'll go into the kitchen, and take it there. (_Going._) WID. (_Alarmed._) To the kitchen! (_Holds her._) Not for the world. You quite misunderstood me. Don't disturb yourself. Sit down, do. (_Pushes her again into the chair. Aside._) What's to become of me? I'd pitch him into the street, only I'm afraid of making a disturbance. There's no making him hear. Ecod! I know what I'll do; I'll run and borrow the speaking-trumpet that I saw this morning hanging at Smith, the broker's, door, and speak to him through _that_. (_Going, returns._) Stay! The devil might tempt him to peep into the kitchen, I'll lock the door. [_Locks the folding-door, goes through pantomime, expressive of sorrow for his victim in the water-butt, and exit, L._ MARY. (_Jumping up and laughing._) Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho, ho! Oh, dear, never was anything managed so cleverly. Ha, ha, ha, ha! (_Throwing off cap and neckerchief._) To think that he didn't know me; and what a rage he was in. Well, now I'm ready for him in another character. (_Takes off her leggings and blouse, and appears dressed as a young man of fashion. Surveys herself in the cheval-glass._) Yes, it will do--it will do--a very smart little fellow, not extensive, but uncommonly well got up. These were the clothes that poor Brown got to be married in; they fit me to a nicety. (_Knock at door_, L.) Come in. _Enter two WAITERS, L., carrying tray with supper, covered dishes, plates, bottles, &c._ WAI. Supper, sir, ordered by Mr. Widgetts. MARY. Supper! Oh, yes! All right. Mr. Widgetts is out, but he'll be back presently; leave it on this table if you please. (_Waiter places tray on table, R., back._) There, that will do! Plates, knives, and forks. All right! You need not wait, young man. WAI. Thank you, sir. Anything else, sir? MARY. No; everything is beautiful, thank you. WAI. Thank you, sir. Good night, sir. MARY. Good night. [_Exit Waiters, L. Mary looks under the covers._] Lobsters, roast fowl, kidneys. Ah, the ungrateful wretch never asked me to such a supper; but never mind. Hark, I hear him returning. [_She throws the blouse, hat, and gaiters, into the clothes-basket and carries all into the chamber, R._