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The scene is laid in the latter part of the nineteenth century, at the back of the large, dingy, and rather shabby flower-shop of 'Covent Garden', with a narrow street entrance and a better back entrance for tradesmen. It is raining; the early morning is cold and raw; there are puddles in the street, and the pavement is slippery. The shop is a small room, rather untidy. At the back, is a staircase ascending to the living-rooms above; opposite the door is a counter with vases and pots and baskets and parcels upon it. A trumpet and a trumpet-case lie upon a stool. There is a ladder against the wall, and a shelf with bundles of straw. A curtain near the stair hides the passage to the back-kitchen and lavatory. A little stove is grumbling in a corner. The lights are of the gas-jet type; there are cheap prints on the walls and a clock; two chairs are placed near the counter. A notice-board shows advertised flowers and their prices. The window looks out on the pavement and the street-lamp. Through the open door, one sees the parade of people in the street under their umbrellas.