MRS. BRIGGS (breathlessly)
Afterwards? After—after—
INGOLDSBY
You’re not going to wreck us both again, are you, Fannie?
MRS. BRIGGS (as in amazement)
Why, if I’d dreamed you were going to say anything like this to me when you asked me to meet you here this afternoon—
INGOLDSBY (solemnly)
Fannie, I want you to give me your answer, and to do it now. What do you say?
MRS. BRIGGS (feebly, with her hand to her breast)