Dam. What has he done?
Miss Sna. If I must confess, he attempted to salute me, before making a formal declaration!
All. Oh, Boss, for shame!
Boss. Upon my life ’twas a mere grateful impulse.
Miss Sna. All the improprieties of life are impulses.
Dam. Make up your mind at once—Boss lives upon flattery, and Miss wants a husband—you can’t be better paired! Infatuated man, go to your lady!
[BOSS crosses to MISS SNARE and kisses her hand—DAMPER selects two more papers.
Dam. (Reading.) “Peter Pinkey could be happy for life with Miss Skylark”—miss ditto, with ditto gentleman.
Nig. Come Pinkey, speak out—the dumb would find words at such a moment!