Enter Charlotte, left, looking tired and flushed. The room is quite dark, the curtains are drawn, the bed unmade, clothes is scattered everywhere.
In the corner two figures, one a cripple.

C: Alexander Pope! Where did you come from?
P: Hmmmnnn. It is awfully dirty in here.
C: Well, I've been busy, you know, with exams and all, so I haven't really had time to -
P: (wrinkles nose) And it smells dastardly! Did your maid not empty your...
C: Maid??? I don't have a maid!
P: No, that figures...
C: And I didn't...
P: Chamber-pot.
C: (aside) That prickly little man.
(Loud) I see you brought Dr. Swift along.
(Swift nods briefly and casts a glance at Pope)
S: A wife should always be a reasonable and agreeable companion, because she cannot always be young.
C: Excuse me?
S: I wrote that. I see you didn't pay attention.
C: But...but...exams...and...
S: That is no excuse for disorder.
C: I don't understand?
P: Exactly. (Takes Swift's arm, they leave)

Twats.

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