Lady H. Nancy!
Nancy. My lady.
Lady H. This is our chance.
Nancy. What shall we do?
Lady H. What do you say?
Nan. Can we escape so—all alone?
Lady H. We are locked in, besides.
Nan. What an awful time we are having!
Lady H. Awful day—aw-ful-ler night—the day was bad, but this is worse. We are in a scrape!
Nan, Still—those fellows might be worse! (Looks at Lady H. slyly.)