Nig. You have, indeed! My lot in life is clearly developed—I never am to be married. What am I to do with the cards?
Dam. Burn them.
Nig. What with the cake?
Dam. Eat it—we’ll all eat it.
Nig. So we will—so we will.
Dam. Sit down all of you, and be comfortable. (Hands the cake.) Take a bit, Miss Kitty—Pinkey, bless your bashfulness; ’tis your best friend—it will prevent you ever making a fool of yourself. Niggle, eat in peace and thankfulness; for I have once more saved you from the abyss of matrimony. (Loud knocking, without.) Ha! ha! you can’t come in. Go away, woman! go away! Finish the cake, and let the artful creature knock till she’s tired! Go away!
[Loud knocking continued. They sit eating the cake—NIGGLE throws all the wedding cards into the air, as the act drop descends.
END OF ACT I.