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Characters Mrs. Cheyne, 30; 3etsy,
26 and Sarab, 26.
Scene Mm. Cbeyne's boudoir
leading into her bedroom. Time 10:30
8. m.
Betsy (nourishing a feather broom)
Don't you waste your time so, Sarah!
What's the use of sweeping under that
rug?
Sarah It's awfully dusty. It has
not been up for a fortnight to my cer
tain knowledge. ' " ;
Be.tsy And why should it? Who's
going to look under the rug?
Sarah (pointing to bedroom door)
She might.
Betsy Not she. She has far more im
portant things than that to attend to.
Sarah I suppose she has.
Betsy What's the good of saying you
suppose, when you know she has.
Sarah You are right. She's had
both of their photograps set up there
on her writing table for half a year,
and I don't believe she knows yet which
of them she means to marry. Well, it
is a pity.
Betsy -What's a pity?
Sarah That some people should
Betsy Oh, Mr. Austell, if I didn't
-want to bare her feelings -hurt. But
what a poor match Mr. Austell would
he for Mrs. Cheyne with all her money.
Sarah If 1 was her I'd be glad to
have enough of it for two; besides, just
ook at his cleverness! He is twice as
clever as the major. Mr. Austell's notes
are desperately dull.
Betsy His cotes may be dull, but he
is a good hand at a letter.
Sarah (repiningly) I've never had a
chance of reading anything better than
a note from either of them. She scar
cely ever leaves real letters about. How
do you manage to get hold of any,
Betsy? . .
Betsy Why, if you ever hold letters
that's either coming or going to the
spout of a boiling kettle, you'll
very soon know wkat's in them.
Sarah Good gracious! If she did
but know,'
Betsy But she doesn't, and she
won't. Have you dusted them things
on the shelf? It's getting late.
Sarah No. I'm just a-going, (a
cup falls)
Betsy Heavens! What's that you've
been' and 'gone and done for?
Sarah Only a bit of her eggshell
china, and she has ever so much more
It's well named. It's my belief that
people till their rooms with flimsy stuff
have so much choice and some bo little
Betsy It's more of a shame than a of that kind on purpose to plague their
pity! And when you think she has had poor servants.
one husband already!
Sarah (still looking at the phono
graphs) which would you take, Betsy?
Betsy Why, the major, of course!
He's a fine, handsome, commanding
gentleman a more military looking
officer, 1 never set eyas on. My word!
How everyone about him would have
to be at a bidding!
Sarah And his wife too. -
Betsy Yes, but think how proud
she would feel to be able to walk into a
room with a man like that!
Sarah She might walk into rooms
with him for hundreds of years with
out his ever being being proud of any
one but himEelf ; and let her look ever above all chance of poverty for the rest
so beautiful, he would only feel it wae of bis days, and the parlor maid says
on'y her duty to do her beet to match she listens with all her ears when he
him. readB her some new bit of his poetry,
Betsy (looking at one photograph) and looks at him when he can't see
Perhaps, but you dou't often see such a her, with all her eyes.
handsome man as that, and how can he
help knowing it?
Sarah (looking at the other) Mr.
Austell is very handsome too, when one
comes to look at him.
Betsy So he is, but one scarcely ever
does come to look-at him that's just it,
Sarah, and one can't help looking at the
other; and then he is always bo spick
Betsy I say, Sarah, I do wish you
would talk lees, and get on with your
work more. She'll be up long before
we are done.
Sarah That's said because I am
praising Mr. Austell.
Betsy Praise away as long as you
like. She's not one to throw herself
away on a poor author, who cau't even
and span. Manyatimel have given a keep himself te hats. I don't
suppose
a spare
a little brush to Mr. Austell's great-coat
out of pity, but you can't make old
clothes out of new ones.
Sarah I think -she feels that he
ought'to- be better dressed. I have
sometimes seen her run him over with
her eye in a kind of sorrowful manner,
when they were going out of doors to
gether, but let him dress how he will,
he always' looks the gentleman you
must own that.
- Betsy All tne same, ne is not to be tne room for 0Te 0f nert
compared to the major. Mr. Austell w;th my 0n awkwardness,
writes books, and 1 daresay she likes
him t6tme to see her," for he's keeps
her interested in his clever talk, but
that's' -all she has never once- asked
him to dine here that's plain proof
she would not marry him.
vSarakT (impatiently flicking away shillings, and told me not to cry, but to
some dust) Well, I suppose it is. find another plate.
iBetoy Don't be so silly, girl. Let me Betsy (contemptuously)-Was that
jostfaak onto thing, and that is, which of a-? The major gave me half a sover
the two gentlemen would you J like to -g,, without my having to break any
Bhow off to your most particular friends china to get it, and a kiss, too.
as him-who .was about to lead you to -garth Mr. Austell's not a. man of
the'hrgh menial altar? " - ;- that sort He worships the very ground
ASsxah..(unwillingly) Why! the maj- Bhe walks on. I have known him to
or of codree-there's -no" denying he gjTe airiseTthough? 'What's that?
looks grandest; but which would, you Betsy What's' what? -
like to 4ak4to 4ee yodf.obr "old aunt SarthA: noise J heard, just aa if she
Martha in the Mile End Road? was getting up.
he knows what it is to have
copper.
Sarah He had five shillings for me
once, at any rate. It was one Sunday
when the parlormaid and you and Mrs.
Cheyne were all out. He came and
said he would wait for her, so I showed
him into the drawing room, and what
with my stopping a second or so to
watch him standing and looking as if
ne couia eat up every buck or wood in
and what
I knocked
down a plate she liked and broke it, and
being young then, I felt breaking
things, and turned first red and then
white, and then the tears rushed into
my eyes. He Baw them and put his
hand in his pocket and pulled out five
' Betsy Why should sbegetup? It's" n
her time yet. Who did Mr, Austell
kiss? You?
Sarah Her little Bertha, and he said
she had mother's eyes.
Betsy What a silly twaddling way of
going on that man has. I can't abide
him, really. Unless it is something
about her or her eyes, be has never
one word for you or for me or any one.
He is thinking of nothing but the
quickest way of getting upstairs to her.
Now, the major hae always a civil word
or a nice little compliment for me.
(Hears a sudden sound, und knocks
the major's photograph down on the
floor.) Oh, I say! You shouldn't give
one such starts, Sarah; if you haven't
made me go and break this glass.
Sarah ShSb!
Mrs. Cheyne (pushing the half closed
open) Never mind picking up that
photograph, Betsy. Please take this
telegram at once to the nearest tele
graph office.
-Betsy watches her return and then
reads:
"Auitell. Pomp Court, Temple. Will 70a
line with me at 8 to-nightT
ROSALIND CHEYNE.
Betsy My word, Sarah, I do believe
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Betsy Hush! She'll hear you if you
talk so loud.
Sarah Not she! She wasn't in bed
until 2 o'clock this morning. Louise
told me that, and that the major brought
her home from the ball, and that she
was so gracious to him and lit his cigar
for him. and told him she rather liked
the smell cf cigars. Oh, my! Wasn't
that a big one?
Betsy Yes, but doesn't it show how
the land lies?
Sarah I don't know that. She may
make him fine speeches, but she has
a kind of way of looking at Mr. Austell
as if she'd like to take and Bet him up
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