Miss Sky. (Placing cake on sideboard and taking a packet of cards from the cupboard.) Here they are, dozens upon dozens of them; the lady’s card the largest, as a broad hint that she means to be paramount.
Miss Sna. Can it be? Is it a fact? (Taking a pair of cards.) It is, indeed, true; and if he is not already married, he will be so very soon. I couldn’t have thought it, after—after——(Bursts into tears.)
Miss Sky. Miss Snare, what’s the matter?
Boss. It seems as if she had set her heart upon the gentleman herself.
Dam. Hum! I am very happy to know that you, at least, are not the woman to whom he intends sacrificing himself; but I’ll discover the party, and if it should be Miss Coy, I’ll shoot him out of hand, rather than see him so duped. He sha’n’t marry I’m resolved. (Going out at the back and calling.) Niggle, Niggle, you fool, where are you?
[Exit.
Miss Sky. Miss Snare, Miss Snare, pray don’t take the matter so much to heart.
Miss Sna. Well, I hope he’ll be happy—I’m sure he will—such an excellent temper—such taste in all matters.
[BOSS comes down C.
Boss. Except in dress. His coats seem to have been cut out with a knife and fork.