PERKS.—Light coloured muslin dress and apron. MARIETTA.—Italian peasant girl’s dress. WHAT WILL THEY SAY AT BROMPTON? SCENE I. _A Parlour in Cozy Cottage_, _Brompton_, (2_nd_ _grooves_) _tastefully furnished_; _door of entrance_, R. 1 E.; _door of Todd’s room_, L.1 E.; _window_, _with curtains drawn_, C. _flat_.—_A large leather travelling case on chair_, R. C.; _carpet bag_, _hat case_, _bandboxes_, _and a pair of boots on the floor_; _fishing rod_, _telescope_, _and umbrellas scattered about the room_, _which exhibits the disorder indicative of preparation for a journey_. _A table_, C., _on which is a writing desk_, _two candles lighted_, _a chamber candlestick unlighted_, _and work basket_. _An arm chair_, L., _with concertina and case on it_;—_chairs_ R. _and_ L. _of table_. MRS. TODD _and_ PERKS _the maid servant are engaged packing the travelling case on chair_, R. MRS. T. There, there, that will do. My pink satin dress there; my handkerchiefs; my collars— PERKS. (_snatching a pair of Wellington boots from the floor_) And here’s master’s new boots, mum, can’t you make a tiny bit of room for them between your lace cap and your Indian shawl? MRS. T. Perks, I’m astonished at your suggesting such an association:—put them in the carpet bag. PERKS. La, mum, there’s not room for a tooth-pick in the carpet bag; how we’re ever to get it’s jaws closed again I don’t know; and there’s a dressing case, and a box of cigars, and a fishing rod, and two umbrellas, a telescope and a pair of slippers, to be put up yet! MRS. T. Where’s my ugly? What can have happened it? TODD _enters_, L. 1 E., _with a Bradshaw’s Guide in his hand_. TODD. Here it is! I’ve found it! MRS. T. (R.) My ugly? TODD. (L.) No, my dear, our route. I’ve been studying Bradshaw all the morning, and I find that if we leave—page 49—I mean, if we leave the Paddington—no—the Euston-square Station—at 7 o’clock, a.m., we can get by the Oxford Junction to—to—page—(_turning over the leaves_) page—page—no—that’s the Tilbury and Southend Line. Ah! here it is!—we’re then to take the express train to—to York—where we meet the Midland Counties, you perceive, and then see—page 74—(_turning over the leaves_) 74—74—74—74—where there’s a branch to the Eastern Counties that takes us to Norwich—and when we get to Norwich there’s a junction that takes us—somewhere—I don’t precisely know where—but I have a strong reliance on Bradshaw. MRS. T. I wish you would put down Bradshaw, Todd, and exert the limited powers with which heaven has blessed you, and help me to pack and cord these things—you leave everything for me to do.