Hugh (on furlough).
Helen (his cousin).
Helen.
They have not come! And ten is past,—
Unless, by chance, my watch is fast;
—Aunt Mabel surely told us "ten."
Hugh.
I doubt if she can do it, then.
In fact, their train....
Helen.
That is,—you knew.
How could you be so treacherous, Hugh?
Hugh.
Nay;—it is scarcely mine, the crime,
One can't account for railway-time!
Where shall we sit? Not here, I vote;—
At least, there's nothing here of note.
Helen.