BOLT. Well, as I said before, we must go. Farewell, my lo—o—ve!
MIZ. Farewell, Mrs. Steele.—(Aside.) Be divorced as soon as possible, Charley.
MISS B. But, my dearest, where are you going?
MIZ. (Aside.) To the devil, and taking me for company.
BOLT. Oh, for a holiday; just to get rid, ha, ha! of a few loose sovereigns.
MISS B. Are you, indeed? Then I’ll accompany you.—Now don’t look sulky, Steele; you know I will—positively I will.
BOLT. Well, my dear, if you will, I—heigho!—suppose you must.
MIZ. (Aside to BOLT.) I say, Bolt, that lady belongs to you, you know; if we’ve any refreshment, you pay the heads—we don’t go halves.
(MISS B. and MRS. S. have been conversing apart.)
MRS. S. Oh, I should be charmed—delighted!