He
has a clothes' brush in his hand. Then he places the clothes he has been
brushing on the Beau's chair in a ridiculous semblance of a man. He adds a
wig to the wig stand which is behind it, puts a patch on the wig block; a
cane to one sleeve, a snuff-box to the other; puts shoes to their place,
so that the stockings dangle into them, and then stands back to admire his
work. He bows low.
Columbine dances on with a feather brush in her hand. He takes her to the
clothes, and presents her to them with every formality. She curtseys.
ALICE. You see, she's a new maid, and he's pretending that that's her
master. Lord Eglantine ... Betty Richardson! It's rather wicked of them.
[Harlequin waves his clothes' brush, and the wig stand bows back. He
waves it again, and all the clothes tumble together in a heap.
One hears the front door bang. Harlequin waves Columbine into the
bedroom, sweeps the clothes together into a neat pile and stands
waiting by the door. There enters Lord Eglantine, the Beau.
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