By the way, the play ENDS with a drop: but that is neither here nor there.
***** (Here, as in a theatre, the orchestra is supposed to play something melodious.

The people get up, shake themselves, yawn, and settle down in their seats again.

"Porter, ale, ginger-beer, cider," comes round, squeezing through the legs of the gentlemen in the pit.

Nobody takes anything, as usual; and lo! the curtain rises again.

"Sh, 'shsh, 'shshshhh! Hats off!" says everybody.) ***** Mrs.Hayes had now been for six years the adored wife of Mr.Hayes, and no offspring had arisen to bless their loves and perpetuate their name.
She had obtained a complete mastery over her lord and master; and having had, as far as was in that gentleman's power, every single wish gratified that she could demand, in the way of dress, treats to Coventry and Birmingham, drink, and what not--for, though a hard man, John Hayes had learned to spend his money pretty freely on himself and her--having had all her wishes gratified, it was natural that she should begin to find out some more; and the next whim she hit upon was to be restored to her child.