Horace. I’ll believe you when I see you.
Minnie. I have quite given up the idea, Auntie.
Aunt. But I haven’t. You shall see, Horace, I keep my word.
Horace. Oh, devil doubt you!
Aunt. Whatever it costs me, I’ll do my duty.
Minnie. I don’t want to inflict this on you, Auntie dear. I’m quite content to go to bed.
Aunt. Content. Oh, yes, I understand your content. But you shall go, my dear, to as many balls and parties as possible. You shall go to Ascot and Henley and Goodwood and Cowes. We’ll find escorts easily enough. You shall see plenty of new faces. I’ll take care of that. Vanity, indeed! I’ll teach him to call me vain! (Starts to exit L. when Bella enters R. with box.)
Bella. From Madame Louise, ma’m.
Aunt. The dress?
Bella. Yes, ma’m.