Campbell: "There, now. She wasn't the last to do it!"
Mrs. Somers, with the resolution of a widow: "Well, I suppose there's nothing else for it, then. I'll see what can be done for your patient, Doctor." She passes her hand through Campbell's arm, where he continues to stand behind the tea-table.
Mrs. Roberts, falling upon her and kissing her: "Amy, you don't mean it!"
Mrs. Bemis, embracing her in turn: "I never can believe it."
Mrs. Crashaw: "It is ridiculous! What, Willis?"
Mrs. Miller: "It does seem too nice to be true."
Bemis: "You astonish us!"
Roberts: "We never should have dreamed of it."
Young Mr. Bemis: "You must give us time to realize it."
Mrs. Wharton: "Is it possible?"