MARIAN
I comprehend you not.
MISS FLYN
In—in a—(whispers)—night cap, my dear; and now the mischief is out.
MARIAN
Is there no way to cure him?
MISS FLYN None, unless I were to try the experiment, by placing myself in the hands of justice for a little while, how far an equality in misfortune might breed a sympathy in sentiment. Our reputations would be both upon a level, then, you know. What think you of a little innocent shop-lifting, in sport?
MARIAN And by that contrivance to be taken before a magistrate? the project sounds oddly.
MISS FLYN
And yet I am more than half persuaded it is feasible.
Enter Betty.
BETTY
Mr. Davenport is below, ma'am, and desires to speak with you.
MARIAN You will excuse me—(going—turning back.)—You will remember the casket? [Exit.]
MISS FLYN
Depend on me.