Sir E An American branch of the family. Mrs M Oh, how interesting! Aug [Enthusiastically.] How delightfully romantic! I can imagine the wild young hunter. An Apollo of the prairie. Flo An Apollo of the prairie; yes, with a strong nasal twang, and a decided taste for tobacco and cobblers. Sir E Florence, you forget that he is a Trenchard, and no true Trenchard would have a liking for cobblers or low people of that kind. Flo I hate him, whatever he is, coming here to rob poor cousin Mary of her grandmother's guineas. Sir E Florence, how often must I request you not to speak of Mary Meredith as your cousin? Flo Why, she is my cousin, is she not? Besides she presides over her milk pail like a duchess playing dairymaid. [Sir E. goes up.] Ah! Papa won't hear me speak of my poor cousin, and then I'm so fond of syllabubs. Dundreary, do you know what syllabubs are? Dun Oh, yeth, I know what syllabubs is--yeth--yeth. Flo Why, I don't believe you do know what they are. Dun Not know what syllabubs are? That's a good idea. Why they are--syllabubs are--they are only babies, idiotic children; that's a good idea, that's good. [Bumps head against Florence.] Flo No, it's not a bit like the idea. What you mean are called cherubims. Dun What, those things that look like oranges, with wings on them? Flo Not a bit like it. Well, after luncheon you must go with me and I'll introduce you to my cousin Mary and syllabubs. Dun I never saw Mr. Syllabubs, I am sure. Flo Well, now, don't forget. Dun I never can forget--when I can recollect. Flo Then recollect that you have an appointment with me after luncheon. Dun Yeth, yeth. Flo Well, what have you after luncheon? Dun Well, sometimes I have a glass of brandy with an egg in it, sometimes a run 'round the duck-pond, sometimes a game of checkers--that's for exercise, and perhaps a game of billiards. Flo No, no; you have with me after luncheon, an ap--an ap-- Dun An ap-- an ap-- Flo An ap--an appoint--appointment. Dun An ointment, that's the idea. [Knocks against De Boots as they go up stage.] Mrs M [Aside.] That artful girl has designs upon Lord Dundreary. Augusta, dear, go and see how your poor, dear sister is this morning. Aug Yes, mamma. [Exit, L. 1 E.] Mrs M She is a great sufferer, my dear. Dun Yeth, but a lonely one. Flo What sort of a night had she? Mrs M Oh, a very refreshing one, thanks to the draught you were kind enough to prescribe for her, Lord Dundreary. Flo What! Has Lord Dundreary been prescribing for Georgina? Dun Yeth. You see I gave her a draught that cured the effect of the draught, and that draught was a draft that didn't pay the doctor's bill. Didn't that draught-- Flo Good gracious! what a number of draughts. You have almost a game of draughts. Dun Ha! ha! ha! Flo What's the matter? Dun That wath a joke, that wath. Flo Where's the joke? [Dundreary screams and turns to Mrs. M.] Mrs M No.