Miss Joyce: Or going to roadside dances, or running after good-for-nothing young girls——
Hyacinth: I give you my word I’m not so harmless as you think.
Mrs. Delane: Would you be putting a lie on these, Mr. Halvey? (Touching testimonials.) I know well the way you will be spending the evenings, writing letters to your relations——
Miss Joyce: Learning O’Growney’s exercises——
Mrs. Delane: Sticking post cards in an album for the convent bazaar.
Miss Joyce: Reading the Catholic Young Man——
Mrs. Delane: Playing the melodies on a melodeon——
Miss Joyce: Looking at the pictures in the Lives of the Saints. I’ll hurry on and engage the room for you.
Hyacinth: Wait. Wait a minute——
Miss Joyce: No trouble at all. I told you it was just opposite. (Goes.)