Miss Mac. With me?
Miss Coy. If that gentleman is so closely related to me a reported, it becomes my positive duty to warn him against forming any connection with you, madam, and your supposed niece, there.
Miss Mac. What may you have to warn him against?
Miss Coy. (R.) Look at the “Weekly Tell-tale,” you are drawn there in your true colors. A run-away Opera dancer, and an insolvent boarding-house keeper, are not the most desirable connexions for any young bachelor.
Miss Mac. (C.) Pray, madam, which may I be; the dancer or the housekeeper?
Miss Coy. Whichever you prefer, madam.
Miss Mac. Oh! the villiany of the world. This, sir, must be some of your malice. (To DAMPER.)
Dam. No, no, I wish it was.
Che. (To MISS MEADOWS.) There, now we are both surrounded by mystery.
Miss Mea. A greater reason than ever that we part.