_Eliz._ All right; as soon as missus has done with me. [_Exit_ PRI. _Cha._ (R. H., _waking up_). Hullo! there’s somebody talking in the next room. [_Listens, sitting up._ _Luc._ You seem to know the landlord, Elizabeth? _Eliz._ Oh, yes, ma’am, I’ve known him for some time: his wife was a friend of mine, and his daughter that married to-day is my godchild. _Luc._ Indeed! Then I suppose you’d like to join them downstairs. You can go, and I’ll open my things myself. _Eliz._ Oh, thank you, mum! [_Exit_ L. 2 E. LUCY _unpacking her boxes_, L. H. _Cha._ (_sitting on side of sofa_, R. H.). By Jove! one hears every thing that is going on next door. Seems to be a lady and her maid—not very gentlemanly to listen, Master Charley, but it’s interesting. Ah, well! when I was young this might have led to an adventure. I should never have rested until I had made the acquaintance of my fair neighbor,—for I suppose she is fair,—whilst now there’s not the slightest danger. Confound it! I must see this woman, though. (_Rising, and going towards door._) Hullo! I could have sworn the lock of the door was on the other side just now. That’s deuced funny. (_Looking round the room._) Why, where the mischief am I? and how on earth did I get here? _Luc._ (_looking at her watch_). Half-past ten. _Cha._ Ah! I understand. I thought I had a terrible nightmare. A frightful monster held me by the feet, and another by the head; it appears, however, that these monsters must have been the Red Lion or the White Horse, and my room has been given to this lady, whoever she may be, to suit their convenience. Well, I don’t care very much about seeing her. All women are alike—just as cats are all alike. (_Stoops down to examine the door._) Why, there’s no lock! only a bolt. Well, I can’t help that; let’s see if we can’t get another nap until it’s time to go to the ball. [_Returns to sofa._ _Luc._ (_book in hand, seated on sofa_). This “Voyage round the World” is always a charming book to read. _She puts her book upon the table, and leans her head upon her arm as if to read book; perceives letter._ _Luc._ Why, here’s somebody’s letter! (_Takes it up, coming down front._) Not very ladylike to read it, I suppose; but all women are curious. Seems to be unfinished. Of course it’s very wrong to read this letter (_reads_),— “MY DEAR GEORGE,—As I quite anticipated on my return from home, the Government appointment I expected has been given to another. Pardon me, if on receiving this intelligence, I quitted London without bidding you adieu—and as it seems”— This is really too bad of me,— “that I am too lazy to do any thing, as you all of you always said”—