F. H monologue — Seeking his fortune, and other dialogues

(_solus_). Well—aw—there’s no help from that quarter. I don’t see but I’ve got to come to it, for if I don’t wear these clothes—aw—what shall I wear? There isn’t any shop that sells ready-made clothing that I’d be willing to wear—aw—and if there was I haven’t money enough to spare to buy another suit. (_Groaning._) I don’t see but I _must_ wear it. (_Puts on vest and coat—looks in mirror._) Oh, dear! Aw—what a fright! And I was going to call on Arabella Meade this morning. (_Puts on hat, which, being a little too large for him, settles down on the back side of his head. He paces back and forth, looking down._) But there’s no use in my going there to-day. The servants would take me—aw—for a ragamuffin, and thrust me out of the house—aw—if I attempted to enter it. I suppose I shall have to go down in this costume—aw—and see if I cannot find some clue to my own clothes—aw.