[To herself.] Sunstroke evidently. Poor fellow! [To Lukyn.] I assure you my husband is at home, quite well, and by this time sleeping soundly.
[Cis and Mr. Posket are heard laughing in the next room.
Isidore.
[Within.] You are two funny gentlemen, I beg your pardon.
Agatha Posket.
[Startled.] What is that?
Lukyn.
In the next room. [Raps at the door.] Hush—hush, hush!
Charlotte.
Get it over, Aggy, and let us go home. I am so awfully hungry.