Horace. Please, and clearly understand, I am not going out in the cold again to-night. You seem to forget that I am in a very delicate state of health, and if I were to venture out on a night like this the consequences might be most serious.
Minnie. Perhaps I could go.
Aunt. It’s abominable of him!
(Enter Bella with note.)
Bella. A note, ma’m.
Aunt. For me?
Bella. Yes, ma’m.
Aunt. (Reading note) “Dear Miss Parker. May I have the pleasure of taking you and Miss Templar to Mrs. Clarence’s dance this evening”—
Horace. Capital! There is your escort.
Aunt. “My car is quite at your disposal.”