(Exit A. H., R.)
Cal. (coming forward). Wasn’t that rich? To think of Aunt Hannah, who “wouldn’t marry the best man living,” offering herself, and then, after all, that her love should be refused. (Voices outside.) But who’s that? Perhaps, she’s coming back again. She mustn’t find me here. (Hides behind the curtain. Enter Herbert and Carrie, talking earnestly.)
Car. It was only by accident that I happened to see your letter at all. Aunt Hannah received and read it, and thought it was sent to her.
H. Who could she have supposed sent it?
Car. I don’t know, I’m sure.
Cal. (peeping out, aside). I know all about it.
H. But you haven’t answered the question it contained.
Car. (demurely). Did it contain one? I thought the note said you intended to ask a question; but, as you didn’t do so, I supposed you’d changed your mind.
H. You needn’t pretend ignorance. I can’t propose with the same grace that Adolphus did, but you can’t help knowing that I meant to ask you to marry me. (Taking her hand.) Will you be my wife, Carrie?
Car. (archly). I suppose it wouldn’t do to say anything but “Yes,” especially as, if I refuse, I couldn’t return your letter, since Aunt Hannah has taken possession of it.