I wanted to speak a word to my sister.
BETTY.
Then why don't you open her door?
JACK.
I did not know but she might be saying her prayers.
BETTY.
Prayers! a likely story! Who says their prayers, at this time of the day?—No, no, that won't pass upon me.—Let me look—very pretty! So, so, I see there's somebody else at his prayers too—fine doings!—As soon as the company goes, I shall take care to inform Madam your mother.
JACK.
Nay, but Mrs. Betty you won't be so—
BETTY.