Miss Sky. Never said a thing of the sort, miss, and the consciousness that you have really been so ridiculous, has alone made you suppose such things to have been applied to you. (She returns to her seat.)
Pin. (Advancing with great courage.) Oh, come, come, Miss, if that lady has said that you were a botanist, and practice antics, I see no such harm in it.
Miss Coy. You see, sir: what can it matter what you may see, sir?
Pin. Perhaps it don’t; but it may matter what I can hear. Ah, you may look, I’ll make my little additions now, and then. I give you leave to turn all your vengeance on me, in lieu of attacking that lady. (Pointing to MISS SKYLARK.) Very fine indeed, to sit here pretending not to know your own son.
Dam. Well said, Pinkey—excellent.
Nig. If the little monster insults her, I’ll knock him down.
Miss Coy. What does the lunatic mean?
Pin. It’s not very often that I can say much, but when the fit is on me I can find words as fast as anybody, to express my meaning.
Dam. Express your strongest, Pinkey.
Nig. (Striving to leave his seat, is kept back by DAMPER.) He shall not.