Dun For the spider, yes, and not very pleasant for the nose. Geo Oh! my lord, do take me to mamma. Dun No, you lovely sufferer, let's walk a little more. Geo I can't my lord, I'm _so_ delicate. Dun Well, then, exercise, imitate that little hop of mine. [Hops.] It isn't a run, it's a-- Geo What is it? Dun No, it isn't a what is it. Well, let me suppose I get you an oyster. [Georgina shakes her head.] Oh! then suppose I get you an oyster. Geo No, my lord, I'm too delicate. Dun How would you like the left wing of a canary bird? Geo No, my lord, it's too strong for me. Dun Let me ask you a widdle--why does a duck go under water? for divers reasons. Now I'll give you another--why does a duck come out of the water? for sundry reasons. No! No! see, you live on suction, you're like that bird with a long bill, they call doctor, no, that's not it, I thought it was a doctor, because it has a long bill--I mean a snipe--yes, you're a lovely snipe. [Exeunt, R.] Asa [Looking after them.] There goes a load of wooden nutmegs. Hello, here comes somebody else. Enter Florence, R., with paper. Flo. [Reads.] ``One who still remembers what he ought long since to have forgotten, wishes to speak with Miss Trenchard.'' Florence scratched out, ``on matters of life and death, near the orel, in the west gallery,'' Written upon a dirty sheet of paper, in a hardly legible hand. What does this mean; it opens like one of Mrs. Radcliffe's romances. Well, here I am, and now for my correspondent. Enter Murcott, L. Mur Oh! for one minute's clear head, Miss Florence. Flo I presume you are the writer of this? Mur Yes, I am. Flo You address me as an old acquaintance, but I do not recognize you. Mur So much the better. So much the better. Flo I hate mystery, sir; but you see I have come to rendezvous. I must know to whom I am speaking. Mur As frank as ever. I am Abel Murcott. Flo Starting back! You? Mur Do not be ashamed, I have not the strength to injure you, if I had the evil. In this shabby, broken down drunkard you need not fear the madman, who years ago forgot in his frantic passion the gulf that lay between your station and his own. I am harmless except to my self. Flo Speak on, sir; I hear you. Mur I need not tell you by what steps I came to this, you don't know, maybe you never knew, what a maddening thing a passion is when it turns against itself. After being expelled from my tutorship in this house, I lost my employment, self respect, hope. I sought to drown recollection and draw courage from drink. It only embittered remembrances, and destroyed the little courage I had left. That I have bread to eat, I owe to Mr. Coyle; he employed me as his clerk. You know he has been with your father this morning. I have come to tell you my errand; are you as brave as you used to be when I knew-- Flo I fear nothing. Mur I come to tell you of your father's ruin, his utter ruin. Flo My father's ruin? What? What?