Next Door Neighbours
ELEANOR. If before him I am cheerful, yet to myself I must complain. [Weeps] And that sound of festivity at the house adjoining is insupportable! especially when I reflect that a very small portion of what will be wasted there only this one night, would be sufficient to give my dear father liberty.
[A rapping at the door of her chamber, on the opposite entrance.]
ELEANOR. Who's there?
MR. BLACKMAN. Open the door. [Without.
ELEANOR. The voice of our landlord. [Goes to the door. Is it you, Mr. Blackman?
BLACKMAN. Yes, open the door. [Rapping louder.
[She opens it: BLACKMAN enters, followed by BLUNTLY.]
BLACKMAN. What a time have you made me wait!--And in the name of wonder, why do you lock your door? Have you any thing to lose? Have not