TED MORRIS.
I—(puts his arm round Nelly)—I think he'd like to be where Nelly was.
(Nelly, with an alarmed, troubled look, slips out of the room almost unnoticed).
MRS. BEN DIXON.
No!
TED MORRIS.
Yes; another good-looking young nephew for you to kiss, aunt.
MRS. BEN DIXON.
Don't you be impudent! That's the worst of it, when we poor women allow you young men any liberties, you get so saucy over it. Are they engaged?