Andrew. Oh, Susannah!
Flora. (C. aghast) Kiss him? I've never seen this gentleman before.
Aunt. Mr. Plant told me you were man and wife.
Flora. Mr. Plant would say anything horrid!
Andrew. Oh, thanks!
Flora. He wants one of his daughters to marry Jack.
Andrew. Does he? Well, Ruby's engaged to me, and Pearl—well, don't worry about her, and as for dear old Jack, he's only cared for one girl all his life. I've never seen her yet—but he's told me more than once that her name was Flora Garden.
Flora. I'll never be jealous again!
Aunt. (aside) Jack's not so bad after all!
(Andrew crosses r. of table. Enter Aurora dressed very grandly and eccentrically, orange blossoms in her hair and wearing her diamond paste combs—she carries a bundle of clothes.)