Bev. Oh, I'm not afraid. However, I'll go and dress, as it is her wish, and take the chance of the ball coming off.
Des. And you've determined to marry her?
Bev. Most certainly.
Des. Spite of all her caprices?
Bev. Decidedly—
Des. And if she wants the moon—
Bev. She must fetch it herself.
[Exit.
Des. Queer match—what does it mean? As to her loving that fellow, I don't believe a word of it. Now to the old man—it won't do to leave him alone—he's got one of his wandering fits on him, and he'll be all over the house if I don't look to him. What a nice quiet life a doctor's is.
[Exit.