Aunt. What a relief!
Horace. What a relief!
Minnie. Auntie, isn’t that splendid luck?
Bella. Madame Louise hopes it will be in time.
Aunt. Just in time. Take it up to my room at once. (Exit Bella L.) I won’t keep you waiting any longer than I can help. You’ll find Horace such a delightful companion, so witty and entertaining. Oh, don’t speak to him, then you won’t get any uncivil answers. (Exit L.)
Horace. (After a pause, looks up from his paper) Got the jumps.
Minnie. You must have said something to upset her. She isn’t often like that.
Horace. I should hope not.
Minnie. She’ll be all right to-morrow.
Horace. That’s the worst of women, they’re so illogical, aren’t they?