carnaby. Call out that you're marrying the wicked man . . comfort her.
sarah. Mrs. Opie!
carnaby. Consider that existence. An old maid . . so far as we know. Brevet rank . . missis. Not pleasant.
ann. She wants nothing better . . at her age.
sarah. How forgetful!
carnaby. [The force of the phrase growing.] Brighton, Sarah.
sarah. Now you've both read the love-letter which Tetgeen brought me.
carnaby. Come to Brighton.
ann. Come to Brighton, Sally.
sarah. No. I have been thinking. I think I will accept the income, the house, coals, butter and eggs.