Enter Amy, r. d.
Amy. After what Mrs. Wycherly said of tardiness, they ought to look guilty.
Rose (seating herself at desk and arranging pens, etc.). If they are not late, it’s Seymour’s fault, not theirs.
Helen. I hope mama won’t wait for them. I have a good mind to tell Seymour to put a lump of ice in the soup.
Amy. I should rather see those good for nothing, gossiping, over-spoiled men there.
[Rose begins to study blotter with great interest.
Helen. They deserve some kind of penance for their behaviour this afternoon.
Amy. Yes, even in addition to our intended neglect when Lord Ferrol arrives.
Helen. Oh, we can make it a capital joke, and if Lord Ferrol is only nice we can have both the joke and a good time.
Amy. Well, I don’t care what Lord Ferrol is; I am going to use him to punish—them.