_Mr. Jann._ (_following_). As _you_ please, Sir. (_Turning at the door._) I must say I think I've been most cruelly misunderstood. If I've been anxious for the pleasure of meeting Mrs. TOMKINSON JONES again, any revengeful motives or lowness of that description was far from my thoughts, my sole object being to restore a piece of property which the lady, whoever she may have been, left behind her, and which, as I 'appen to have brought it with me, would, if recognised, settle any question of identity on the spot. But that can wait for the present. Business first, pleasure afterwards! [_He goes out. A silence. Presently a succession of violent sniffs proceed from behind "The Quiver." All rise in concern._ _Charles._ I say, Aunt, you're not going to give way _now_, are you? That fellow hasn't frightened you? _Alth._ (_kneeling down and embracing_ Mrs. T.). Dearest mamma, _don't_ you think you'd better tell us all about it? It was _you_ who slapped that horrid little man's face--now, _wasn't_ it? And serve him right! _Mrs. T._ (_in a burst_). I took him for your father! Oh, what have I _said_? I never meant to admit anything! And what must you all think of me? _Curph._ No one who has had the benefit of your opinions of music-halls or their entertainers, can possibly imagine you went to one with any idea of _amusing_ yourself, Mrs. TOOVEY. _Mrs. Toov._ (_without heeding him_). And Pa, what will _he_ say? When I think of all the wicked stories I've had to tell that poor dear man! And after he once finds them out, there's an end of all his respect for me, all my influence over him, all my power in this house--_everything_! Why, for anything _I_ can tell, Pa may actually believe I went to that detestable place on what (_to_ CURPHEW) I suppose your friends would call the--the (_utterly breaking down_) Tee-hiddle-dy-hi! _Charles_ (_after a highly suspicious fit of choking_). Don't think there's any danger of that, Aunt; but look here, how if I went into the study and kicked that little cad out, eh? _Mrs. Toov._ And have the whole affair in the police reports! _You_'re a pretty solicitor, CHARLES! But Pa _knows_ by now, and oh, what in the _world_ am I to do? _Charles._ Well, my dear Aunt, it sounds an immoral suggestion, but, as you seem to have given Uncle a--hem--slightly picturesque version of your doings last Saturday, hadn't you better _stick_ to it? _Mrs. Toov._ What's the use? Didn't you hear that wretch say he'd found something in the box? It's my spectacles, CHARLES; a pair in a Rob Roy tartan case, which Pa gave me himself, and couldn't _help_ recognising! I remember now, I left them there, and----(_The door opens._) They're coming back! _Mr. Toov._ (_entering_). That's really a very honest young fellow, my love, nothing will satisfy him but bringing in the article he's found, and seeing whether it belongs to you or not. _Mrs. Toov._ (_breathlessly_). And have _you_ seen it, Pa--have you _seen_ it?