Miss Sky. I need not confess they would be doubly dear to me——
Pin. Oh, there’s no harm done. (He draws his chair closer to her.)
Miss Sky. But, as they are mere second-hand declarations, permit me to return them. There—there—there and there.
[She throws all the letters and basket at him and runs off; he remains covered with them. PINKEY regards them bewildered; gathers them together and puts them into his handkerchief.
Pin. This comes of trying a warranted speech. And are these all my letters? What trouble I have taken, and in vain too. I’ll seal them up again—they’ll come in for somebody else! There’s some one at the door.
[He has placed all the letters in the basket, and conceals it behind him.
Enter BOSS, F.E.L.
Boss. Pinkey, my man, they are waiting tea for you up stairs. Miss Snare wants you to assist me in handing the toast. What’s the matter with you man? you look bewildered—a tiff with your lady I suppose.
[PINKEY utters a deep groan and goes off F.E.L.
Poor fellow, I’m afraid he’s unfortunate in his choice; though I suppose one must marry, it seems a necessary duty to society. I can’t confess that I’m in love, yet there seems to be a something about Miss Snare that is very agreeable. She admires me that’s clear; and, as I admire myself, there is certainly some sympathy between us. The Spartan laws considered bachelors as infamous: I think I have a little of the Spartan in me, and am half inclined to be of their opinion. I’ll turn the matter over in my mind.