Mr. T. Sophronia, dear, I disclaim—
Mrs. T. (Pulling him away.) Come along, we must find them! To the dells! Quick! (Exeunt, L.)
Enter excitedly Angie and Mrs. T-K. R. 1.
Mrs. T-K. I’m sure I heard voices!
Angie. But there is nobody in sight. Sister, do you think our coming here is exactly proper?
Mrs. T-K. True love dares all for duty.
Angie. Yes, but isn’t our affection rather recent to be put to such a test.
Mrs. T-K. Recent! Love knows nothing of time or place when its object is in danger.
Angie. It is so romantic. Is there really any danger?
Mrs. T-K. Duels are sometimes in earnest, and Mr. Topp is a dead shot they say.