TWEENY. Oh lawks!
AGATHA. We are doing this for you so that your position socially may be more nearly akin to that of Crichton.
CRICHTON (gravely). It will undoubtedly increase the young person’s chances.
LADY MARY. Then if I get a good character for you from Mrs. Perkins, she will make the necessary arrangements.
(She resumes reading.)
TWEENY (elated). My lady!
LADY MARY. By the way, I hope you are a good sailor.
TWEENY (startled). You don’t mean, my lady, I’m to go on the ship?
LADY MARY. Certainly.
TWEENY. But—(To CRICHTON.) You ain’t going, sir?