Messenger. Don’t you value the praise of your fellow men?
Horace. My fellow men—oh, yes. But not such creatures as these. Men of the world, men of business, hard-headed men of science. Take their opinions. I venture to say they will speak of me with respect and very possibly with admiration.
(Dicey has brought Minnie back and left her with Aunt Martha, he retiring. He shows elation as he bows.)
Aunt. Are you tired, dear?
Minnie. Quite the reverse.
Aunt. Then why are you not dancing?
Minnie. I have something to tell you. Something particular. Oh, Auntie, I hope you won’t be vexed!
Aunt. Vexed? Surely not.
Minnie. I’ll whisper it. (Whispers.)