Hel. Yes; but there was no harm in it, was there?
Percy. Certainly not. How many letters did you write to him?
Hel. Only one. I did not answer the one I received in reply, for it seemed as though he meant business, and what did I want of an old bald-headed man, even if he was rich?
Percy. Of course you didn’t want him. But to be real serious, Helen. The fix I am in at present is all through answering an advertisement in a matrimonial paper. I wrote to the young lady twice, and it seems that she took it altogether too seriously. The fact is, Helen, that she is here, and she has invited me to call at your father’s house this afternoon.
Hel. (rising excitedly). What do you mean?
Percy. Just what I say. Haven’t you a young lady stopping here?
Hel. Why—er—yes. But——
Percy. Isn’t her name Hattie Renwick?
Hel. (completely amazed). Yes, that is her name.