Miss Sna. (Aside.) Oh, you monster, you ought to be poisoned. (Sits R.)
[NIGGLE opens folding doors at back, and looks at them.
Nig. Why the deuce don’t they go away? What do they want here? Confound them!
[Disappears.
Dam. Where is Niggle? I wish most particularly to see him. Has he shown himself yet?
Miss Sna. I have been waiting for him this half hour, to solicit his vote for a beadle.
Dam. A beadle! To persuade him to call on the parish clerk, more likely. It wont do, Miss Snare, you don’t catch him in your net. (Aside.) Surely it can’t be this dangerous woman that he is going to make a fool of himself with. She sha’n’t have him—nobody shall have him.
[NIGGLE peeps from doors, again.
Nig. I wish they’d go.