THE ALIENATED MANOR: A COMEDY.
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Only to take de little pleasance wid Mrs. Smootly, who is very fond of me.
How could that be, when there is no door there?
CHARVILLE (having just discovered).
Faith! but there is though, which confirms every word he has said. (Bursts open the concealed door, and exit, followed by Dickenson.)
SMOOTHLY (bursting from her hiding place in a rage.)
O you lying serpent! Pleasance with Mrs. Smoothly, indeed! Very fond of you! Pretty pleasance, indeed! I could burst with vexation.
Dear, dear: what for all dis?
And to take my name in your mouth too! Would not Dolly or the dairy-maid have suited as well for your excuse?
Dear me, pretty moute! too pretty to speak de scold.
SMOOTHLY (pushing him off).
Keep your distance, I say. Pleasance with me, indeed! Such a lie; such an aggravated lie; I detest all lies! Pleasance, indeed.
