Minnie. Oh, yes, I have, for those who have the grace to ask for them. Mr. Dicey will have his fair share. He dances beautifully and our steps suit each other to perfection.
Horace. By which you mean to say you dance beautifully, too?
Minnie. No, I leave it to others to say that. (Turns away L.)
Dicey. And I wish to be the first to say it.
Horace. My aunt is ready, I see. If you will take her, we will follow a little later.
Dicey. I thought you were out of town, or I should not have come. But there is plenty of room in the car. Won’t you and your sister come with us?
Horace. Miss Templar is not my sister.
Dicey. Your adopted sister, I should have said.
Horace. And my intended wife. (Aside) That’s a nasty one for Master Dicey.
Dicey. Pardon me. That I did not know. May I offer my congratulations?