Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
Not for Joseph—excuse my humour.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
But he and I do mean to take our flight from town with the rest of the swallows. [Pointing to a paragraph in the journal she still carries.] Look here, we saw this paragraph in the paper yesterday. Read it.
[Lady Twombley knocks the paper to the ground.]
Lady Twombley.
Insolent!
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Jo, pet—read it.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.