Dora. No matter—buy it!
Sunny. It will cost me all I'm worth. This is folly, Dora.
Dora. Is my plantation at Comptableau worth this?
Sunny. Nearly—perhaps.
Dora. Sell it, then, and buy this.
Sunny. Are you mad, my love?
Dora. Do you want me to stop here and bid for it?
Sunny. Good gracious! no.
Dora. Then I'll do it, if you don't.
Sunny. I will! I will! But for Heaven's sake go—here comes the crowd. [Exit Dora, L. U. E.] What on earth does that child mean or want?