BART. Yes! what are we to do in the mean time?
JOSEPHINE. I’m sure she’s had plenty of offers; but one was too young—another was too old—one was too rich—another wasn’t rich enough; even poor Harry here, though he followed her about like her shadow, and I’m sure made himself sufficiently ridiculous—even he wasn’t good enough for her ladyship! It’s downright absurd being so particular. I’m sure I wasn’t!
BART. No, dear Jo! you took pity on me at once.
JOSEPHINE. No, not quite at once. I didn’t jump at you. But what—what is to be done?
COL. Have patience!
JOSEPHINE. Patience? Haven’t I been patient for the last five weeks?
BART. Five weeks and three days!
JOSEPHINE. Five weeks and three days! (suddenly). Oh! such an idea! such a capital notion! Listen. Julia must find a husband, or a husband must be found for Julia—that’s a settled point.
| COL. | } | (together). Quite so! |
| BART. |