Min. Cheviot, speak—is poor, little, simple Minnie to be your bride?
Ch. Minnie, the hope of my heart, my pet fruit tree! Belinda, my Past, my Present, and my To Come! I have sorry news, sorry news.
Miss T. (aside). Sorry news! Then I am not his wife.
Min. (aside). Sorry news! Then she is his wife.
Ch. My dear girls—my very dear girls, my journey has been fruitless—I have no information.
Miss T. and Min. No information!
Ch. None. The McQuibbigaskie has gone abroad! (Both ladies fall weeping.)
Miss T. More weary waiting! more weary waiting!
Min. Oh, my breaking heart; oh, my poor bruised and breaking heart!