But, my good girl, it's not undone.
Mabel.
Then, my good boy, undo it and do it up again.
John.
[Starting up.] Mabel, are we playing gooseberry—at our time of life?
Mabel.
[Ironically.] Oh, you are clever! Do you think Hilda would have climbed six flights of stairs unless Love had lent her wings?
John.
I wish Love would provide wings for the chaperons as well.
Mabel.