Mrs. H. Partly he does not see, partly he cannot help it. He has been so entirely accustomed to have all those family and parish details taken off his hands, and borne easily as they were when your dear grandmamma and I were both there at home, that he cannot understand that they can be over much—especially as they are so small in themselves. Besides, he is not so young as he was, and your dear mother cannot bear to trouble him.
C. Well, I shall go there in September and see about it. It is impossible before.
Mrs. H. In the hopping holidays, when the stress of work is over! Cannot you see with your own eyes how fagged and ill your mother looks, and how much she wants help?
C. Oh! she will be all right again after this rest. I tell you, Aunt Phrasie, it is impossible at present—(cab stops).
IX. THE TWO SISTERS
SCENE.—A room in Professor Dunlop’s house. Mrs. Moldwarp and Mrs. Holland.
Mrs. H. I have done my best, but I can’t move her an inch.
Mrs. M. Poor dear girl! Yet it seems hardly fair to make my health the lever, when really there is nothing serious the matter.
Mrs. H. I can’t understand the infatuation. Can there be any love affair?
Mrs. M. Oh no, Phrasie; it is worse!