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Simp. Impossible ; I have busines at the custum-house, and you must stay at home to deliver up the securities to Mr. Tradely, who will call this morning as per appointment. You may as well take them at once ;-here they

[Gives papers to Bromley. Brom. Very well ;-Mr. Tradely's securities ;-there they are, safe till he calls. (Puts them into his pocket-book.

Simp. By the bye, your treat with a walk to the West End, is to drag me all the way from Mincing-lane to Harley street.

Brom. (Alarmed.] What do you mean? [Aside.] Can he have discovered!

Simp. Do you remember some weeks ago, how you kept me blowing my fingers, in the cutting east wind at the end of March, tramping up and down before the iron rails of a house in Harley street ?

Brom. {Aside.] My first visit to Mrs. Fitzallan!

Simp. “Wait at the door, my dear Simpson, I shan't be a second.” My nose was as blue as an orang outang's.

Brom. Well, well, I didn't detain you long.

Simp. Long !-And the second time? There was I fretting, and trotting backwards and forwards, looking up at the windows, down into the area, watching every movement at the street door, freezing, shivering, swearing—What the deuce have you to do in Harley street ?

Brom. Oh!—The recovery of a little debt due to me before we entered into partnership.

Simp. Do you expect to lose any thing in that quarter ?

Brom. No-not exactly ;-but I may wait a long time before


demands are satisfied. Simp. Aye, I understand—“ Call again to-morrow.". Well, I wish you success; but if ever you entrap me with you to Harley street again—Ha! here comes your wife.

Enter Mrs. BROMLEY, L. Brom. Returned so soon, my love ?

Mrs. B. I have just met with an agreeable surprise, Charles. You've often heard me speak of my old school friend, Marianne.

Brom. Well ?
Mrs. B. Shortly after my leaving school, she returned

to her family in Somersetshire, and the last I heard of her was, that she was gone to India. Imagine my pleabure, when, just now, on going into my milliner's, there I met my dear Marianne. You may suppose, that, after so long a separation, we had much to say to each other.

Brom. No doubt.

Mrs. B. But there was such a crowd at the milliner's we had little time to talk-I forgot even to ask her where she lived.

Brom. That was unlucky; for how are you to meet again in this wide world of London ?

Mrs. B. Oh! I took care of that, for I have engaged her to dine.

Brom. That was right, my love; whatever contributes to your pleasure, is agreeable to me.

Mrs. B. You are too kind, too attentive to me, Charles. Brom. Aye ?

Mrs. B. I should be unjust, were I to deny that I am the happiest woman in the world.

Simp. Not so fast-one of the happiest, if you please; for I flatter myself that Mrs. S. is equally so.

Mrs. B. By the bye, you and Susan must be of the party.

Simp. With great pleasure; and come-as I am satisfied with our inorning's business, 'gad, I'll stand treat to a box at the opera for the evening!

Mrs. B. Heyday, Mr. Simpson, you?

Simp. Mrs. S. last night dropped a hint that she should like to go; and as gallantry is my-but, come, business before all; let's to the counting-house, Bromley.

Brom. One kiss at parting, Anna; I'll soon be with you again.

Simp. Come, Bromley, come; what the deuce-who thinks of parting kisses when once he is married. Come, business before all. [Exeunt Bromley and Simpson, L.

Mrs. B. Yes, I am, indeed, the happiest of wives.How few among my married acquaintance whose peace is undisturbed by discontents and bickerings—by jealousy too often well-founded_how blest, then, am I, in the possession of a man whose thoughts never wander from his own fireside.

Enter Mrs. SIMPSON, L. Good morning, my dear. Why, bless me, what ails you ? you seem out of spirits.

Mrs. S. No—not I. It was late when you came home last night?

Mrs. B. The concert was longer than ual.

Mrs. S. Ah me! While you and Bromley were amusing yourselves at a concert, I was moping alone in the chimney corner.

Mrs. B. And Mr. Simpson ? was not he there to keep you company ?

Mrs. Š. No; he was busy all the evening in his counting-house-Aside, as he said.

Mrs. B. Well, this evening will make amends to you for the last. I expect an old friend to dinner; you will dine with us, and afterwards we all go to the opera.

It is to your good little man we are indebted for this treat.

Mrs. S. Ah! my good little man is very obliging.

Mrs. B. Now, really, you ought to be more thankful to him, considering that he himself is not fond of public amusements.

Mrs. S. So he says, and I suppose I must believe him -yet he often goes out, very often.

Mrs. B. Do you know, my love, I sometimes think you are jealous ?

Mrs. S. No, I am not, nor do I believe I have any cause to be so; yet I wish my husband were less fond of the counting-house, and more assiduous in his attentions to me-in short, that he would follow the example of yours.

Mrs. B. Consider that men's characters differ; that Mr. Bromley is, by some years, a younger man thanMrs. S. I am aware of all



butMrs. B. But! Surely you delight in tormenting your self.

Mrs. S. I am not jealous; but when I look about among our neighbours, men who all adore their wives Ah! my dear! Some through vanity, others from mere inconstancy of character. Why, there's our next-door neighbour, Mr. Honeymoon, who loves his wife to distraction, yet was not he seen the other day in a tilbury



with an opera-dancer ? And as for Mr. Ledger, over the way, who doats upon Mrs. L.-if what the world


be true

Mrs. B. But be assured that Mr. Simpson is none of these.

Mre. S. I hope so; but those men, those men ! there's no knowing them, believe me.

Enter a SERVANT, L. Servant. A French lady, calling herself Madam La Trappe, desires to speak with you, ma'am.

Mrs. B. With me? I know no such person. But request her to walk in. Servant ushers in MADAME LA TRAPPE-a small parcel in

her hand. Mad. L. Mi ledi, I have the honneur to salute you. I will to speak wid my ledi Bromley.

Mrs. B. If you mean Mistress Bromley, madam, I am the

person. Mad. L. Mistress, I am your servant-Madame La Trappe, from Paris. Looking cautiously about.] I sell de littel contraband—I smuggle de littel marchandize from Paris-I am recommend to you from mi Jedi Ledger, over de vay-I have de advantage to sell to her many littel 'ting vat I smuggle, and I sall be proud to take the advantage of you.

Mrs. B. Pray, madam, don't give yourself the trouble.

Mad. L. Trouble ! Oh, Mon Dieu ! Mon Dieu ! is no trouble for so amiable ledi-Turning and curtseying to Mrs. Simpson,] for so amiable two ledi—and sume lace which was make for Madam La Duchesse ;-Mon Dieu ! I not remember myself-here is forty yard, I sell for two guinea one yard.

Mrs. S. Two guineas a yard! that's extremely dear.

Mad. L. Oh, madame !—mais madame is so amiable, ( sell it for one guinea.

Mrs. B. Really, ma'am, we cannot buy anything to-day.

Mad. L. Mais, madame, c'est egal, you sall not buy, vut I have much pleasure to make you see.--Here is do vuil, it is pretty as one angel. Ha ! ha! ha! ha! I tell you-it was a sentiment one great mi lord buy for two hundred guinea for Mam'selle Pirouette, of de Grana Opera.-Ha! ha! ha! Dat poor mi lord! he gave it her to-day ; to-morrow she sell it to me, and yesterday I sall sell it to everybody else.

Mrs. B. Once more, ma'am, I must beg you will give yourself no further trouble. Mad. L. [While making up her parcels.] Dat is vell

, madame; I come to-day, because I have to receive fifty pound in de bureau—de counting-house down de stair.

Mrs. S. To receive fifty pounds!

Mad. L. Oui, madame, one littel acceptation of Mon sieur Simonison; I receive it of one very pretty ledi, beautiful, who buy of me some lace-Madame Madame -I forget her name, but she live in Harley-street.

Mrs. S. A lady in Harley-street paying for lace with an acceptance of my husband's !

Mad. L. You know de gentleman vat live in de count ing-house? Mrs. B. Yes, we

Mrs. S. [Interrupting her.] No, ma'am, no; do you ?Let her speak, my dear, let her speak.

Mad. L. I know him—dat is, I only know him from to see him.

Mrs. S. Aye, you saw him at the lady's house ?

Mad. L. Oh, no, madame, I will not say so, because it will not be true; beside, if I did see him, I am too discreet-Oh, Mon Dieu ! Mon Dieu ! But how I know him, it is so -Ha! ha! ha! ha!-It make me laugh when I tink~ Two time I see him wait at de door, he walk up and he walk down, backward and forward ; and he stamp, and he swear, and he look in great rage, like he was jealous, and he look at de window, and de door-you understand

Mrs. S. Go on, ma'am: pray go on.

Mad, L. De first time I make no attention to him ; but when I see him vash two time before de door, I tinkAh! ha! Monsieur ! Yet you know, madame, dat vas only suspect; but when I come to-day to touch my fifty pound-Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! it is droll

, I see de gen. siemen vat I see valk about before de house of de pretty ledi.

Mrs. S. Are you certain the gentleman you have just DOW seen is the same ?

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