Jack You won't! Keep your eye on Old South Church and–
Maude On what?
Jack I beg your pardon. On Miss Rantum.
Maude Oh! It must be time,–where is everybody?
Jack I'm here, (sits on arm of chair and gazes at her.)
Maude O you, yes! But I mean mamma! I am so nervous!
Jack You girls just try to be nervous. You think it's becoming.
(Enter Mrs. De Smythe, in black silk.)
Mrs. De S. The carriages have come. Where can Papa be?
Maude (in dismay). O, it isn't time, is it? O horrors, where is my essay? Jack, please look in my desk.