"Wanted, a Young Lady" : A Farce, in One ActSuter, William E.
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"Wanted, a Young Lady" : A Farce, in One Act
Suter, William E.
English drama -- 19th century; Farces
FRANK. (_aside_) The devil! leave them together. (_aloud_) Why, you
see----
ADELA. I entreat you, the air is so chilly, and as he is suffering
with the rheumatism----
FRANK. Ah, true! (_shouting to SIMON_) Don't stir! this young lady
will keep you company----
SIMON. (_aside to FRANK_) And I shouldn't at all mind keeping company
with her.
FRANK. (_punching him slyly_) Must I murder you?
SIMON. No, you mustn't.
FRANK. (_aside to him_) Mind that to everything she says, you answer
only, "My wife will be back directly."
SIMON. Yes, sir.
FRANK. (_to ADELAIDE_) Now I'm off to fetch grandmother.
_Exit, C. door._
ADELA. (_looking after FRANK_) That, then, is the Mr. Harry of whom I
have heard so much from my sister. He is not at all bad-looking; but
with all his good looks, he is a very worthless fellow.
SIMON. (_coughing_) Hum! hum!
ADELA. Oh! I was quite forgetting the old gentleman. (_going to
SIMON_) There, place your feet on that. (_giving him a footstool_)
Now, are you comfortable?
SIMON. My wife will be back directly.
ADELA. You are not cold?
SIMON. (_taking a pinch of snuff_) My wife will be back directly.
ADELA. There is a draught from this side--ah! this cushion. (_places a
cushion at his back_)
SIMON. (_aside_) Isn't she tucking me up nicely! it's rather pleasant
to be old--atchieu! (_sneezing_)
ADELA. Heaven bless you!
SIMON. My wife will be back directly.
ADELA. He is deaf as a post. (_to herself_) Yes, Mr. Harry is a scamp:
but luckily, we had for neighbour that good man, Mr. Dunstable.
(_shouting to SIMON_) Your friend Dunstable.
SIMON. My wife will be----
ADELA. (_interrupting him_) Yes, yes, I know! And when he learned Mr.
Harry's conduct to my dear sister Jane, the idea occurred to him to
send me here as a companion to--"Go to their house," he said, "you
will see Mrs. Mitchell, not her husband, he----"
SIMON. My wife will be----
ADELA. (_turning towards SIMON_) "He counts for nothing, but his
wife----"
SIMON. Back directly.
ADELA. "You will tell her all, and I have no doubt she will arrange
the marriage, and----"
SIMON. (_aside_) What is she going on about? (_aloud_) Hem! hem!
ADELA. Did you speak?
SIMON. My wife will be back directly.
ADELA. Poor old gentleman! his intellect appears quite shattered.
(_shouting_) I suppose you retire to rest very early?
SIMON. My wife will be back directly.
FRANK. (_without, in an assumed voice_) Very well, I shall find her.
ADELA. That voice! Mrs. Mitchell, no doubt.
SIMON. (_aside, frightened_) Grandmother! then I'm booked! (_about to
bolt off, R. door, is met by FRANK, who enters, C. door, dressed as an
old lady_)
FRANK. (_stopping SIMON_) Eh! where are you hobbling to? (_aside to
SIMON, in natural voice_) If you don't keep still----
SIMON. (_R., aside, amazed_) Eh! Mr. Harry!
ADELA. (_L., curtseying_) Madam----
FRANK. (_C., to ADELAIDE_) Ah! there you are, little darling; my
grandson told me just now that----
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