Dora. You have been in love, then?
George. Two hundred and forty-nine times! Let me relate you the worst cases.
Dora. No! no!
George. I'll put the naughty parts in French.
Dora. I won't hear a word! O, you horrible man! go on.
[Exit George and Dora to house.
M'Closky. Now, ma'am, I'd like a little business, if agreeable. I bring you news; your banker, old Lafouche, of New Orleans, is dead; the executors are winding up his affairs, and have foreclosed on all overdue mortgages, so Terrebonne is for sale. Here's the Picayune [producing paper] with the advertisement.
Zoe. Terrebonne for sale!
Mrs. P. Terrebonne for sale, and you, sir, will doubtless become its purchaser.
M'Closky. Well, ma'am, I spose there's no law agin my bidding for it. The more bidders, the better for you. You'll take care, I guess, it don't go too cheap.