Horatia. Oh, it is not fit to receive you, Sir. The chimney tumbled in during the last gale....
Mrs. Jud. Why, Ratty....
Horatia. And every pane of glass is broken.
Sophia. [Aside to Barbara.] O Bab, such lying can never thrive.
Mrs. Jud. What strange non....
Horatia. [Aside.] How on earth can I stop her tongue? [Aloud.] Aunt, Aunt, is there any supper prepared for the Colonel?
Col. Anything; anything; the cold ride has sharpened my appetite; but a good blaze like this cheers the heart, and gives me courage to face even the pigs, Miss Ratty!
Mrs. Jud. The pigs! why....
Horatia. Would you like to see that everything is comfortable yourself, Aunt? [Aside.] I am in a fever!