George. Philadelphia?
[Passes Amy the chocolates from tea-table.
Amy (sinking faintly into chair). Oh, not so bad as that!
Mrs. W. Very well—from the slough of despair—
Amy. Mr. Speaker, I rise from my slough of despair to demand, with a tear in my eye—
Dennis. And a chocolate in your mouth—
Mrs. W. (pounds). Order!—
Amy. To vindicate myself—
George. Well, if you’re going to rise, why don’t you do it?
Mrs. W. (crossing to tea-table, and seizing hot water pot.) I shall pour the hot water on the next person who interrupts the honourable gentleman.