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act ii.]
Love's Comedy.
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Miss Jay [looking round].
Where is he hid?
Falk.
His present hiding-place
Is in the garden loft, our common lair;
[Blandly.
But let me beg you not to seek him there;
Give him a breathing time!
Miss Jay.
Well, good: the grace
Will not be long, tho'.
Falk.
Nay, be generous!
Ten minutes,—then begin the game again.
He has an English sermon on the brain.
Miss Jay.
An English—?
Ladies.
O you laugh! You're fooling us!
Falk.
I'm in grim earnest. 'Tis his fixed intention
To take a charge among the emigrants,
And therefore—
Miss Jay [with horror].
Heavens, he had the face to mention
That mad idea?
[To the ladies.
O quick—fetch all the aunts!
Anna, her mother, Mrs. Strawman too.
