INGOLDSBY
No, I really do. I—I—I care for you yet, Fannie.
MRS. BRIGGS (recovering herself enough to smile faintly as she shakes her head)
Oh, my, no!
INGOLDSBY
Fannie, let’s—let’s save these years that we still have before us. Let’s try to make up for that old mistake.
MRS. BRIGGS (becoming a little brisker)
Why, how—how—why, we—why, I couldn’t think of such a thing!
INGOLDSBY (solemnly)