JOSEPHINE. And what was the result? Did she consent or not?
BART. Did she say yes or no?
JOSEPHINE. Why don’t you speak? (impatiently).
BART. Why don’t you say something? (ditto).
COL. How the deuce can I, when you won’t let me get in a word edgeways? Well, then, my poor young friends, sorry I’ve no good news for you; the old story over again—Miss Julia stops the way.
BART. And yet Mrs. Templeton’s pressing invitation to me to visit at her house—
COL. Is easily explained. She doesn’t even suspect that your affections have been transferred from her elder to her younger niece.
JOSEPHINE. Then you should have told her—then there would have been an explosion!
COL. Yes, which would have blown Master Harry clean out of the street door! No, no! don’t despair; Julia will find a husband—sooner or later!
JOSEPHINE. Sooner or later? But what am I to do in the mean time?