Charlie. Thith ith better than down thairth, Mith Wortley, ithn’t it?
Agnes (sinking into chair c. with sigh). Oh, much!
Charlie. I’ve been wanting to thuggeth it before, Mith Wortley, but that bore Van Tromp wath alwayth round, and if he heard me, he would intrude hith thothiety upon uth.
Agnes. Why. Mr. Newbank, I thought you were friends.
Charlie. We uthed to be, till the fellowth came out thuth a thnob.
Agnes. That is where you men have such an advantage. Now we girls have to put up with every donkey that comes near us.
Charlie. That ith hard, Mith Wortley. But it theemth to me that you might thave yourthelf by a little diplomathy.
Agnes (eagerly). Do tell me how!
Charlie. Why don’t you get rid of Van Tromp?
Agnes. Why, I can’t be rude to him. You must remember he is a relation.