JULIA. Yes, that’s it!—to wound my pride!
BART. But really—
MRS. T. Silence, young man! I remember what my feelings were when my younger sister was married before me. I was choking, sir! suffocating, sir! I turned positively purple! all sorts of colors, sir! And here is a little pert, forward chit, daring to follow her Aunt Dorothy Jane’s example!—but here she comes. (Enter COLONEL from R. H., and JOSEPHINE from L. H.) So, miss (advancing angrily on JOSEPHINE), a pretty account I’ve heard of you! To mix yourself up at your age in a silly romance—a nonsensical love-intrigue—
COL. (interfering). But, my dear Martha—
MRS. T. (turning sharply on him). Hold your tongue, Cousin Samuel!
JOSEPHINE. But, aunt, if you’ll only allow me—
MRS. T. But I won’t allow you! (To JULIA.) Keep up your spirits, poor persecuted victim!
JOSEPHINE. Victim? It seems to me that I’m the victim! Just as I thought I was going to be married and settled! (beginning to sob; COLONEL tries to pacify her).
MRS. T. Married and settled, indeed! A child—a baby like you! (To BARTON.) After what has occurred, sir, you will see that your further presence under this roof—