Flip. Why, Madam, you have made a conquest.
Clar. Hussy——But of who? quick.
Flip. Of Mr. Money-trap, that's all.
Aram. My husband?
Flip. Yes, your husband, Madam: You thought fit to corrupt ours, so now we are even with you.
Aram. Sure thou art in jest, Flippanta.
Flip. Serious as my devotions.
Brass. And the cross intrigue, ladies, is what our brains have been at work about.
Aram. My dear!
[To Clarissa.