Mrs. Felton.—Em’ly, dear, give the lady a chair. Pray be seated, Miss Philp.
Miss Philp (Dusts the chair with her handkerchief).—I think I shall stand.
Em’ly.—The chairs are perfectly clean, Miss Philp; I carefully dusted them early this morning.
Miss Philp.—I prefer to stand, however.
Mrs. Felton (To Mercy).—Sit down, Mercy.
Mercy.—Thank you. (Attempts to sit on chair.)
Miss Philp.—Stop! how dare you sit when your mistress is standing! Place that bundle on the table; such brazen conduct is intolerable. And as for you, madam, you have not only ruined my robe, but you have prevented my attendance at the ball to-night.
Mrs. Felton.—Mercy!
Mercy (starts).—Eh?
Mrs. Felton.—It was merely an ejaculation. (To Miss Philp).—I deeply regret having incurred your displeasure.