[Reading.] "Miss Delaporte—a decided acquisition."
BERNSTEIN.
Go on!
QUECKETT
[Reading.] "Miss Delaporte—an imposing figure." [Indignantly.] What do they know about it?
BERNSTEIN.
[Excitedly.] Go on! Go on! I always say I do not read the babers, but I do! [To Miss Dyott.] You will get fifty bounds a week in my next oratorio—I mean, my gomic opera.
QUECKETT.
Fifty pounds a week! My Carrie! I shall be able to snap my fingers at my damn family.