JESSIE (very dignified). Sir!
JACK (astonished). “Sir!” What’s the matter? You seem annoyed—vexed.
JESSIE. I am!
JACK. Will you tell me why?
JESSIE (with comic severity). Ask your conscience, young man!
Enter MARTHA at C., carrying an enormous bouquet.
MARTHA. This beautiful nosegay, miss—just come—with Mr. Chirper’s compliments.
[Gives nosegay, and exit R. H.
JESSIE. What a lovely bouquet! How very polite of Mr. Chirper!
JACK (sulkily). There’s plenty of it; looks more like a bunch of greens! Of course, Jessie, you won’t accept it?