PRINCE
(Angrily.)
Yes, my friends, men and women, children of sin, lost, hopeless wretches,—my friends.
MRS. McFEE
(Sniffing and tossing her head, and very frigidly.)
I believe it is just as well, Mr. Prince. I had my doots of you all along. There is no telling what base creatures you have admitted. I shall get an honorable man to guard the door. I shall inform the committee—