Eug. (peeping). Why, whom has my staid sister got with her?
Clara. With me! My very silence and surprise
Bid you retire at once.
Fel. Which I will do
When you will let this silence speak to you
With less offence perhaps than could my tongue.
(Offering her a letter.)
Eug. Oh, if he would but try if fort or apple!
Clara. A letter too!—for me!
Fel. And, madam, one