F. Why so?
A. Here’s a pound of candy from him. He said he had bought it for you, but on arriving he was afraid it was too trifling a gift; but hoping you would not throw it away, he requested me to give it to that virtuous young lady, as he calls you.
F. Well, I am young, but I did not know that I was virtuous.
A. I think you are.
Scene II.
Parlor. Mr. Bruin alone.
Mr. B. Why doesn’t she come? She doesn’t usually keep me waiting.
Enter Florence.
F. How do you do? I am sorry to have kept you waiting.
Mr. B. I have not been here more than a few minutes. Your parlor is so warm this cold day that I could wait.