SKRUFF (very eagerly). Yes! to—to—
GRITTY (in a whisper). Florence!
SKRUFF (aside). Oh! that’s the one, is it? (Writing aside in note-book.) Then down she goes, “Sally! Spronks! Florence!”
GRITTY (continuing). Unless, indeed—
SKRUFF (quickly). Unless, indeed, what?
GRITTY. Hetty should turn out to be the lucky one!
SKRUFF (aside). Who’s to make head or tail out of this? (Aloud.) Then you don’t exactly know which of the two it is?
GRITTY. No, but I shall, as soon as Hetty comes of age, by which time, by-the-bye, both the girls must, according to the terms of the will, be married.
SKRUFF. Oh! (Aside.) It strikes me this is a dodge to get the two girls off with one legacy! (Aloud.) And when does Miss Hetty come of age?
GRITTY. In ten days.