Mrs. Granby. Not exactly sad news,—but disagreeable, to say the least.
C. (interested). What is it?
Mrs. G. (glancing at letter). This is a letter from Aunt Patience Burton. She is coming to make us a visit.
C. That is horrible news. I shouldn’t want Ernest to see her—she is so fussy and homely.
Mrs. G. He will, no doubt, feel as we do, that money is of more consequence than a handsome face. Besides, we shan’t be troubled with her long.
C. How long do you suppose she will stop here?
Mrs. G. A week or two, I suppose. That is the usual length of her visits.
C. (with the air of a martyr). Well, I suppose we must try to endure her presence for that length of time—hoping for our final reward.
Mrs. G. (in a brighter tone). If she could only be persuaded into making her will in our favor, I shouldn’t consider the trouble of having her here anything.
C. How much is she supposed to be worth?