Next Door Neighbours.
by Elizabeth Inchbald.
ACT I.
SCENE I. _An Antichamber at Sir_ GEORGE SPLENDORVILLE"_s_, _adjoining a Ball-room_.
_Enter_ BLUNTLY, _meeting a Servant in Livery_.
BLUNTLY.
Come, come, is not every thing ready? Is not the ball-room prepared yet? It is past ten o"clock.
SERVANT.
We have only to fix up the new chandelier.
BLUNTLY.
I"ll have no new chandelier.
SERVANT.
My master said the last ball he gave, the company were in the dark.
BLUNTLY.
And if you blind them with too much light, they will be in the dark still.
SERVANT.
The musicians, sir, wish for some wine.
BLUNTLY.
What, before the ball begins? No, tell them if they are tipsy at the end of it, it will be quite soon enough.
SERVANT.
You are always so cross, Mr. Bluntly, when my master is going to have company.
BLUNTLY.
Have not I a right to be cross? For while the whole house is in good humour, if there was not one person cross enough to take a little care, every thing would be wasted and ruined through extreme good temper. (_A man crosses the stage._) Here, you--Mister----Pray are you the person who was sent with the chandelier?
SHOPMAN.
Yes, sir.
BLUNTLY.
Then please to take it back again--We don"t want it.
SHOPMAN.
What is your objection to it, sir?
BLUNTLY.
It will cost too much.
SHOPMAN.
Mr. Bluntly, all the trades-people are more frightened at you than at your master.--Sir George, Heaven bless him! never cares how much a thing costs.
BLUNTLY.
That is, because he never cares whether he pays for it or not----but if he did, depend upon it he would be very particular. Tradesmen all wish to be paid for their ware, don"t they?
SHOPMAN.
Certainly, sir.
BLUNTLY.
Then why will they force so many unnecessary things, and make so many extravagant charges as to put all power of payment out of the question?
_Enter_ EVANS:----_The Tradesman goes off at the opposite Door._
BLUNTLY.
How do you do, Mrs. Evans? [_Sullenly._
EVANS.
What makes you sigh, Mr. Bluntly?
BLUNTLY.
What makes you smile?
EVANS.
To see all the grand preparations for the ball this evening. I antic.i.p.ate the joy my lady will take here, and I smile for _her_.
BLUNTLY.
And I sigh for my master.--I foresee all the bills that will be brought in, for this evening"s expence, and I antic.i.p.ate the sorrow it will one day be to _him_.
EVANS.
But consider, Mr. Bluntly, your master has my lady"s fortune to take.
BLUNTLY.
Yes, but I consider he has your lady to take along with it; and I prophecy one will stick by him some time after the other is gone.
EVANS.
For shame.--My lady, I have no doubt, will soon cure Sir George of his extravagance.
BLUNTLY.
It will then be by taking away the means.--Why, Lady Caroline is as extravagant as himself.
EVANS.
You are mistaken.--She never gives routs, masquerades, b.a.l.l.s, or entertainments of any kind.
BLUNTLY.
But she constantly goes to them whenever she is invited.
EVANS.