BOLT. True, true! about Miss Brown. There is a little account—
MRS. S. Oh! between me and Miss Brown?—(Aside.) He is a gentlemanly young fellow, after all.
BOLT. I, madam, will settle that account.
MIZ. (Aside.) He’ll settle himself if he does; he must be flush to-day.
MRS. S. I’ll send my servant for a stamp directly, sir.
BOLT. Don’t hurry yourself, ma’am; I’ll settle it to-morrow. That’s what I called for,—to tell you I’d settle it to-morrow.
MRS. S. Oh—h—h!—(Aside.) There’s a great vulgarity about him.
BOLT. I’ve nothing more to say. Good morning, ma’am—nothing.—(Aside.) Besides, the old man must be a mile off by this time.
MIZ. Good by, ma’am.—(Aside.) I say, Bolt, I vote we go back to the shop; this may be a prelude to something further.
MRS. S. But one thing more. Miss Brown is an intimate friend of mine, as well as a customer—now I don’t think I ever saw you before!