Matilda.—We need you no longer, Biddy.
Biddy.—Indade, ye’ll give me two wakes’ notice. I’ll not lave now.
Matilda.—I mean we do not need you here. You may go to the kitchen. Oh, bother! My hair is coming down. Biddy get me a hair-pin, quick! [Exit Biddy R. E.]
Miss Spyall.—What a beautiful dress; is it all silk?
Nicholas.—Part muslin, Miss.
Matilda.—Nicholas, you shock me.
Nicholas (Pulls out watch and starts to go).—Oh, oh, oh!
Miss Spyall.—Going to church?
Nicholas.—No, not to church.
Miss Spyall.—Oh, I see; the museum.