Hel. What insufferable impudence!
Car. Have you asked her to give them up?
Mift. I did more than ask; I insisted; I commanded her to take my property off her back; and she replied, by imploring Artemis, to strike me dumb. (puts her hands up a-la-Niobe)
Hel. Artemis, who?
Corn. Artemis Ward, of course. She meant it in some humorous way, probably.
Car. (L. C.) What a vindictive wretch she must be.
Mift. (R. C.) The most annoying part of it is she won’t lose her temper; she simply waves me off, and says, “The audience hour is noon.”
Corn. (L.) A new way of implying “At home, Thursdays, 12 to 2.”
Car. Miss Mifton, will you please be patient, and silent, too; endeavour to spare us the pain of a great scandal.