Northlake.
No, no; thou hast mixed the profits of the business with the number of dresses.
Violet.
Are the profits of the business five hundred thousand white satin dresses a year?
Northlake.
Stop, now; this shall all be explained after thou art married.
Violet.
But I’ll have it explained before I’m married.
Northlake.
Be patient, Violet. He will woo thee properly, and explain all things. I am to meet him at the Dolphin Inn to-day. He’ll be in a very good humor at my account of thee.