Box. [Looking over, and reading.] “But being convinced that our feelings, like our ages, do not reciprocate”—
Cox. “I hasten to apprise you of my immediate union”—
Box. “With Mr. Knox.”
Cox. Huzza!
Box. Three cheers for Knox! Ha, ha, ha!
[Tosses the letter in the air, and begins dancing. Cox does the same.
Mrs. B. [Putting her head in at door.] The little second floor back room is quite ready!
Cox. I don’t want it!
Box. No more do I!