Trifle. (To Girls). We shall meet again at Logic’s, so I’ll leave you with the particularly frightful old hag, pan hanour—demme!
[Exeunt Green, Trifle, and Landlord.
F. Teller. (Sitting at Table). Now then, young women. I’ll tell you—I’ll tell you—but you must let me shuffle the cards first! (Produces cards) For its all done by shuffling! now then, cut them, Miss. (Sue cuts cards).
Kate. Let us sit down while we stay—rather short of furniture; but never mind, we must make shift.
(Turns down chair lengthways to sit; she sits on one side, Sue on the other—Sue is nearly let down by Kate suddenly rising).
F. Teller. (Looking over cards). Hey day! what have we here? You’ll be married soon.
Sue. I hope so, with all my heart!
F. Teller. There’s a fair man been paying some attention to you, lately—Hum! a cradle—three!—nine!—fourteen!—have a large family.
Sue. Fourteen! mercy on me!
Kate. Enough to make one faint!