VALENTINE. Miss Susan, does she care for me still?
MISS SUSAN (forgetting her pride of sex). Oh, sir, how could she help it.
VALENTINE. Then by Gad, Miss Phoebe, you shall marry me though I have to carry you in my arms to the church.
PHOEBE. Sir, how can you!
(But MISS SUSAN gives her a look which means that it must be done if only to avoid such a scandal. It is at this inopportune moment that MISS HENRIETTA and MISS FANNY are announced.)
MISS HENRIETTA. I think Miss Willoughby has already popped in.
PHOEBE (with a little spirit). Yes, indeed.
MISS SUSAN (a mistress of sarcasm). How is Mary, Fanny? She has not been to see us for several minutes.
MISS FANNY (somewhat daunted). Mary is so partial to you, Susan.
VALENTINE. Your servant, Miss Henrietta, Miss Fanny.