The Girl: Yes, Mrs. Burns.
Burns (to Fenton): You have children, sir?
Fenton: No, I regret to say.
Burns: I don’t deserve them, but I have.
Willie: They’re a great expense.
The Girl: Hold your tongue, Willie.
M’Pherson: I’ll be going. Good-evening to you.
Fenton: I too. I only wished to present Mr. Hamilton’s letter this evening. Will you honour me by your company at noon to-morrow? You too, Mrs. Burns?
Jean: My husband will be very pleased, I’m sure. I’ll be busy here though, thank you.
Fenton: At noon then, sir. Good-evening, madam.