[_Exit GILBERT hastily._

_Sir W._ (_alone_) Good, affectionate creature! But who would have thought
that out of that piece of wood a lover could be made? This is Cupid's
delight!

[_Exit Sir WILLIAM._




SCENE II.


_Parlour of the Inn at Bannow._

_Miss FLORINDA GALLAGHER, sola._

_Various articles of dress on the floor--a looking-glass propped up on a
chest--Miss GALLAGHER is kneeling before the glass, dressing her long hair,
which hangs over her shoulders._

_Miss G._ I don't know what's come to this glass, that it is not flattering
at all _the_ day. The spots and cracks in it is making me look so full
of freckles and crow's feet--and my hair, too, that's such a figure, as
straight and as stiff and as stubborn as a presbyterian. See! it won't curl
for me: so it is in the papillotes it must be; and that's most genteel.

[_Sound of a drum at a distance--Miss GALLAGHER starts up and listens._