A quiet talk, in the afternoon, by the sunniest window of the Drawing-room. Present, Florrie, Isabel, May, Lucilla, Kathleen, Dora, Mary, and some others, who have saved time for the bye-Lecture.
L. So you have really come, like good girls, to be made ashamed of yourselves?
Dora (very meekly). No, we needn't be made so; we always are.
L. Well, I believe that's truer than most pretty speeches: but you know, you saucy girl, some people have more reason to be so than others. Are you sure everybody is, as well as you?
The General Voice. Yes, yes; everybody.
L. What! Florrie ashamed of herself?
(Florrie hides behind the curtain.)
L. And Isabel?
(Isabel hides under the table.)
L. And May?