Miss Philp.—Among those of my chosen friends.
Squire.—Perhaps it would give Mr. Dingle exquisite pleasure to escort you home.
Dingle.—I have already a lady.
Dorothy (To Dingle).—Are you going to distrain the household chattels?
Dingle.—Not with such good collateral security. I was wrong. I deeply regret my action.
Dorothy.—Then the court has reversed its decision?
Dingle.—Completely! The waiver is a fraud.
Squire.—Ladies and gentlemen, this is my old chum, Caleb Weatherspout, and this is my future son-in-law, Leslie Raymore.
Weatherspout.—Of the firm of Weatherspout & Raymore.
Miss Philp.—Mercy, get my wrap, quick.