Miss Mea. So soon, aunt?
Miss Mac. If you are surprised at our haste, you must consider that we have little of life’s time to lose; and, what in you would be indelicate precipitancy, with us, is but common prudence.
Miss Mea. Are you serious, aunt?
Miss Mac. Matrimony is not a subject to jest upon, whatever may be your notions of the important engagement.
Miss Mea. Bless me!
Enter NIGGLE, D.F., in haste.
Nig. (To CHESTER.) Young man, where’s your mother? Pray excuse me—I mean the lady—the relation—the friend—though I care not who she may be—you know the person I mean.
Che. Miss Coy?
Nig. Yes—I have been in search of her every where—all last night—all to-day—Daphne never led Apollo such a chase as that dear creature has given me.
Che. For what?