Nig. I don’t know.
Boss. Nor I.
Dam. (To MISS SKYLARK.) Sit down.
Miss Sky. I will. (Aside.) What an incorrigible brute it is!
[They sit at the second table on the L.
Enter PINKEY and MISS MACAW, arm-in-arm, C.D.
Miss Sky. Indeed! brings her here—I was quite right to reject him!
Dam. (Looking at MISS MACAW.) I wish she was my wife—I’d wring her heart for this!
Pin. How d’ye do, all of you? Now, my dear Miss Macaw, pray take a chair—I shall be distressed if I neglect any attention that you may look for!
Miss Sky. Dear me, how gallant—I’ll coquet with Mr. Damper!