Miss Mac. Begone, contemptible creature. (Stamps her foot; PINKEY runs off in alarm, L.) A little presumptuous mortal, to dare to take such a liberty. Where’s my reticule? (Searching the chairs.)
Dam. (Without.) Oh, here, is she?
Enter DAMPER, F.E.L.
Dam. I’ve made up my mind now, what to do. He will not be guided by me any longer, he will rush to his ruin; but I’ll first get married myself, to show him how right I am in all that I said of the misery of the state. Miss Maria Macaw.
Miss Mac. Sir.
Dam. I have been looking for you. Sit down.
Miss Mac. I sha’n’t.
Dam. I want to tell you something.
Miss Mac. Well, sir, tell it.