JULIA. The only fault I find with Josephine, dear child. She is so giddy, so thoughtless, so excitable! What a capital match you’d make! Ha, ha, ha!
ROYS. (aside). That’s a pretty broad hint! (Aloud.) And he—I mean Jonathan—says that the best thing I could do would be to get married!
JULIA. The very conclusion I have come to about Josephine.
ROYS. (aside). It really looks as if she wanted to turn me over to her sister. (Aloud.) And having received the flattering assurance that my pretensions to your hand might possibly not be unsuccessful—
JULIA. From whom, pray? Doubtless from my aunt.
ROYS. Oh no! From my dear old friend, Barton.
JULIA (indignantly). Mr. Barton? He? No, no! I cannot, will not believe it!
ROYS. I’m sure he will not deny it—and see, fortunately, he’s here!
Enter BARTON at door R. H.
BART. Miss Templeton, your presence is required in the drawing-room.