Charlotte.
[Mistaking Mr. Bullamy for him.] Oh! how could she! [To Mr. Bullamy, turning her cheek to him.] I congratulate you—I suppose you ought to kiss me.
Agatha Posket.
No, no!
Mr. Posket.
Welcome to my house, Miss Verrinder.
Charlotte.
Oh, I beg your pardon. How do you do?
Mr. Bullamy.
[To himself.] Mrs. Posket’s an interfering woman.