Mr. C. No; I’ve lost all desire for it. (M. places tea on the table. A knock is heard.) Who’s that making such a racket?
M. I’ll go and see. (Goes out—soon returns.) It’s Mr. Preston, uncle. He wishes to know how you are.
Mr. C. Tell him it’s none of his business.
M. Yes, uncle. (Goes out—soon returns.)
Mr. C. Well, what did he say?
M. He seemed quite angry.
Mr. C. Angry at what, pray?
M. I suppose at being told it was none of his business.
Mr. C. Maria, you didn’t tell him that?
M. Yes, I did, uncle. You told me to tell him it was none of his business, and he said he shouldn’t trouble you by calling again.