Isidore! has my Paris wig arrived? Any card or letter?
ISID. No cards, sir. The wig arrived by the diligence.
BRUN. Is the wig fit to put on?
ISID. I have been examining it, and, as the times go, I think it will
do. There is one of the side locks not quite to my taste.
BRUM. Ah! a mat, no doubt--a door-mat! [_Exit_ ISIDORE. _To_ FOTHERBY.]
You see what a gentleman may be reduced to! It's the most fortunate
thing in the world that I never fell in love!
FOTHER. But were you never in love?--never engaged?
BRUM. Engaged?--why, yes, something of the kind; but I discovered that
the lady positively ate cabbage, and so I broke it off.
FOTHER. And so, sir, you will persuade the old gentleman to postpone
Helen's marriage with Armand--while I----
BRUM. My dear young friend, I will tell the old gentleman to do so--you
must see that I could not possibly think of persuading a person who
grows onions in his garden----
FOTHER. We shall be eternally grateful----
BRUM. For three weeks exactly--from which time you, at all events, will
begin to wish that I had confined my attention to my own particular
affairs.
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