Miss Mea. A designing woman!—and a likeness between you! Pray explain.
Dam. Well, sir, I have nothing more to say than this—your refusal to explain who you are, fully justifies my friend’s conduct towards that female; and any action that she may bring against him, he is quite prepared to defend. He has had experience in such matters, and snaps his fingers at you!
Miss Mea. (To CHESTER.) I am afraid there is too much truth in the fancy that, I confess, troubled me. You are practising concealment with me, and till you remove every doubt from my mind, you must not expect further candour from me.
Che. Nay, hear me.
Miss Mea. Not till you are prepared to explain all. You see what a temper I have—I do not hide the slightest foible from you, and I expect equal sincerity at your hands.
[Exit F.E.L.
Che. In good time I will explain all; but now I cannot, will not.
[Exit, following her.
Miss Mac. Well I’m sure. Upon my word, the fellows give themselves fine airs—coming in here uninvited, and creating disturbances—fancying themselves authorized by nature to sport with our feelings, and trample us under foot! And what do you want here, sir? (To DAMPER.) What right, sir, have you under this roof? Who sent for you? Why are you standing there making grimaces at me, sir?