Indeed. Mr. John, but I shall—I'll swallow none of your secrets, believe me.
JACK.
What, perhaps your stomach is overloaded already.
BETTY.
No matter for that, I shall be even with Miss for telling Master about and concerning my drums.
JACK.
Why, Mrs. Betty, surely sister could not—
BETTY.
When she very well knows that I have not sent cards but twice the whole season.
JACK.