Ger. There's nothing bred in her I would have out, aunt.
Mrs. C. Perhaps she originated her vulgarity. That is a shade worse.
Ger. Vulgarity, aunt! I cannot remember the meaning of the word when I think of her.
Mrs. C. If you choose to insult me, Arthur—
Exit.
Ger. It is high time I were gone! If I should be called in now to settle matters between—William! William!—William!
Enter COL. G.
Ger. To-morrow, William. Not a word. If you will go with me, I shall be glad. If you will not, I shall go without you.
Exit.
Col. G. Yes, sir.—I wish Warren were here with the old man. I don't know what to do till he comes.