Minnie. Perhaps he meant to lock us out for our sins. It does look like it.
Aunt. Mr. Dicey, you must wait awhile till you get warmed up.
Dicey. It is very late, and I must not intrude. You are safe home now.
Aunt. I am sure we poor deserted females have much to be grateful for to you. You see how the master of the house treats us. Have you any idea where Mr. Parker is?
Bella. No, Madam. He said he was going to sit up for you, and that is why I went to bed. I dressed as quick as I could, Madam.
Minnie. Oh, it is not your fault, Bella.
Aunt. I’ll warrant he has gone to bed. Just like his utter want of thought for anybody. I hope he is sound asleep. He shall explain and apologize. This is going a little too far. Locking us out. Excuse me a moment. (Bella and Aunt exeunt R.)
Minnie. Have a little something till Auntie comes back. Horace ought to be here to thank you for doing his duty.
Dicey. I’m afraid I’m keeping you up.
Minnie. I am too much awake now. I shan’t sleep till daylight. Oh, here are some cigars. Have some?