Miss Dyott monologue — The Schoolmistress: A Farce in Three Acts

I went through the performance in a dream! The conductor's bâton beat nothing but, "Vere, Vere, Vere," into my eyes. Some one applauded me! I thought, "Ah, that's worth a new hat to Vere!" I sang my political verse--a man very properly hissed. "He has smashed Vere's new hat," I murmured. At last came my important solo. I drew a long breath, saw a vision of you reading an old copy of _The Rock_, by the fireside at home--and opened my mouth. I remembered nothing more till I found myself wildly dancing to the _refrain_ of my song. The audience yelled with approbation--I bowed again and again--and then tottered away to sink into the arms of the prompter with the words, "Vere, catch your Carrie!"