Miss Coy. And yet if you could find a woman that would be happy only in your presence, who would receive you with smiles and see you depart with tears, who would anticipate your every wish, be your companion, friend and comforter, you would cast aside your scruples and boldly dare the worst. I am but repeating your own words, once uttered to me.
Dam. Were you ever such an idiot as to say so much?
Nig. Yes, yes, it was in a tender moment.
Pin. On some autumn evening, eh?
Miss Sky. I think, sir, we had better commence a general election for the honor of possessing your hand. Let each candidate publish her list of pledges, and she that may exhibit one that could approach the nearest to your wishes, should be chosen as the representative of your conjugal happiness.
Nig. I am afraid the election once settled, as in other cases, many of the pledges would be forgotten; and a wife is a member that there is no unseating, let her disqualifications be ever so unconstitutional.
Dam. Hear! hear! hear!
Pin. Cheers from the opposition.
Boss. Silence, Pinkey.
Miss Coy. (Rises.) I am here to vindicate my character, not to expostulate with you, sir. (To NIGGLE.) Miss Snare.