Sheba.
Oh! oh! No ball after all!
Salome.
If we only had a brother to avenge us!
Sheba.
I shall try and borrow a brother to-morrow!
Salome.
Cold, wretched, splashed, in debt—for nothing!
Sheba.
To think that we’ve had all the inconvenience of being wicked and rebellious and have only half done it!