Miss C. Like bricks,—and sing all the time. You shall hear me to-morrow. [All stare in mute amazement.]
Cramp. May I trouble you, Ma’am, to let me see your letter of introduction from Lady Myres again?
Miss C. Heartily welcome. You will read all about me there. Full details of manners and accomplishments. She says I’m a little absent sometimes; so if ever I make a few trifling blunders, I hope you’ll set them down to that score.
Nell. [Aside to Wriggles.] I wish she were absent now, for I think I shall die in convulsions.
Miss C. I’ll teach you all sorts of things suitable for a lady. Knitting, netting,—crow—crowfoot ...
Wrig. I see that nothing is beyond your apprehension.
Miss C. What do you say about apprehension? Are you a police officer?
Wrig. No, Madam, I am a humble Professor of Geography, Geology, Algebra, and ...
Miss C. O I’m a match for you in all that, and I know Latin, Greek, and American besides.