Miss Sky. The very same!
Dam. Come, come, speak out; what is the use of mystery? You allude to Miss Coy?
Boss. I do.
Nig. Well, well, what is it? If it is so very horrible, what is it? Eh? eh? eh? (To each of them; they all shake their heads and sigh.) Oh, well, well, if you don’t choose to tell me, keep the matter to yourself; why call here dropping your hints? Why should I concern myself about that lady, or what may be said of her? hey? eh? Ah, indeed, why? As for you, Mr. David, listen to me: it was all very well and very kind of you to concern yourself about me when I was young and thoughtless; but now I am at an age to judge for myself, your interference in my affairs is very officious; and, in future, sir, I shall do as I like, marry if I like, drown myself if I like, and if I do the latter thing, sir, I shall consider it an act of impertinence if you jump into any pond, in any place, and under any circumstances, after me. There, sir.
[Exit at the back, in a violent passion.
Miss Sky. His indignation is very suspicious.
Miss Sna. Very indeed!
Dam. He certainly is about to marry that woman.
Boss. I should regret it exceedingly if he were.