Che. Good morning, Miss Macaw. Miss Meadows, I hope you are well; and you, Miss —— (To MISS MACAW.)
Miss Mac. (Courtesying profoundly.) Quite well, sir.
Che. Entirely recovered from your alarm six months ago, when I first met you running from the infuriated animal?
Miss Mac. Entirely—though for some weeks I was excessively nervous. I assure you I have not been able to dine off beef since!
Che. You are looking exceedingly well.
Miss Mac. I don’t believe you.
Che. Nay, I assure you——
Miss Mac. Don’t utter falsehoods, young man. You know in your heart that I am not looking well—you merely say so, because you think flattery is agreeable to our sex. You know that I’m a perfect fright, but you have not the moral courage to tell me so to my face. You know you wish me at Jericho at this very moment, only you think it would be rude to order me out of the room; but I’ll spare you any further duplicity by leaving you. Good morning, sir.
[She courtesys and goes off, F.E.R.
Miss Mea. My aunt is a singular creature, is she not? though her heart is good, and, indeed, she is my very best friend. But for her care, I know not what would become of me.