Kitty monologue — Past Redemption: A Drama in Four Acts

What a nice woman Mrs. Charity Goodall is, to be sure! so graceful and sweet, not a bit like her big rough brother, John Maynard. But then, she's learned the city ways. A widow, poor thing--and not so poor, either; for her husband, when he died, left her a consolation in the shape of a very handsome fortune. (_Sees flowers._) I declare, somebody's attentions are really overpowering. No matter where I am, either at home or abroad, when night comes I always find a bunch of flowers placed in my way. Of course these are for me: no one would think of offering flowers to Jessie. Poor Jessie! 'tis eighteen months since Harry Maynard left home, and six months since a line has been received from him. Ah, well! this comes of having but one string to your bow. I manage matters differently. (_Sits on bench. Enter_ NAT _from_ L., _through gate; steps behind tree_.) Now, I really would like to know who is so attentive, so loving, as to send me these pretty flowers.