LAURETTA.
Then you own, mamma, it was a marching regiment?
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
You’re an obstinate fool, I tell you; for if that had been the case——
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
You won’t go?
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
We are going, Mr. Surly.—If that had been the case, I say, how could——
LAURETTA.
Nay, mamma, one proof——
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
How could Major——
LAURETTA.
And a full proof——
[JUSTICE CREDULOUS drives them off.]
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
There they go, ding dong in for the day. Good lack! a fluent tongue is the only thing a mother don’t like her daughter to resemble her in.
Enter DOCTOR ROSY.