Charlotte.
If Captain Horace Vale stood before me at this moment, I’d slap his face!
Agatha Posket.
Charlotte!
Charlotte.
[Reading.] “Dear Miss Verrinder,—Your desperate flirtation with Major Bristow at the Meet on Tuesday last, three days after our engagement, has just come to my knowledge. Your letters and gifts, including the gold-headed hair-pin given me at the Hunt Ball, shall be returned to-morrow. By Jove, all is over! Horace Vale.” Oh, dear!
Agatha Posket.
Oh, Charley, I’m so sorry! However, you can deny it.
Charlotte.