Melesinda. Perhaps it is nameless.
1st Lady. As the object—Come, never blush, nor deny it, child. Bless me, what great ugly thing is that, that dangles at your bosom?
Melesinda. This? It is a cross: how do you like it?
2d Lady. A cross! Well, to me it looks for all the world like a great staring H.
(Here a general laugh.)
Melesinda. Malicious creatures! Believe me it is a cross, and nothing but a cross.
1st Lady. A cross, I believe, you would willingly hang at.
Melesinda. Intolerable spite!
(MR. H. is announced.)