Miss C. No. Take me home and leave me.
Nig. Give me hope.
Miss C. No.
Nig. One kind word.
Miss C. I wont.
Nig. (Taking a paper from his pocket-book.) Here, here is the licence, dear, look at it—read it—it may turn your heart.
[MISS COY takes the licence from his hand, tears it, throws it at his feet, and walks off with great dignity. NIGGLE takes up the pieces in dismay.
Nig. That’s a decided negative. When a woman tears up the licence there can be no hope.
[Exit following MISS COY.
[SCENE III.]—An apartment at MISS SNARE’S—A glass door at the back—A screen on the L.—Two chairs.