Queckett monologue — The Schoolmistress: A Farce in Three Acts

[_Coughing anxiously._] H'm! I fancy I left an eighty-ton gun--I mean, I think I've mislaid a--er-----[_Without looking up, Peggy re-adjusts the telegraph form against the cabinet._] Oh! H'm! That's it. [_He makes one or two fidgety attempts to take it, when Peggy rises with it in her hand. She reads it silently, forming the words with her lips._] Oh, you vexing girl! What do you think of doing about it? [_She commences to fold the form very neatly._] You know I sha'n't send it. I never meant to send it. I say, I shall not send it. [_Nervously holding out his hand._] Shall I? [_Peggy doubles up the form into another fold without speaking._] You are a vexing girl.