Aunt. Then try to deserve it.
Horace. But I do deserve it.
Aunt. Indeed! And pray, when are you going to marry her?
Horace. Oh, that’s all right. There’s no hurry about that.
Aunt. No hurry? Horace, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Horace. (Aunt goes L.) Now, my dear Aunt, don’t you think you are very unwise to try and precipitate matters? You have heard that people who marry in haste very often——
Aunt. (Returning to table) You’ll have plenty of leisure for repentance shortly, but it will be for quite a different reason. Minnie will wake up presently and see you as you really are. She is a most attractive girl. You’ll feel pretty miserable when you have lost her.
Horace. Ridiculous. Minnie knows when she is well off. Hullo. I could have sworn I felt in that pocket! (Finds cigar case.)
Aunt. What is it? (Sees case. Aside) Hopeless, hopeless.
Horace. That’s a bit of bad luck, isn’t it?