Young Mr. Bemis: “Do you feel faint at all, Miss Lawton?”
Miss Lawton: “No, I think not. No, not if you say it’s safe.”
Young Mr. Bemis: “Oh, I’m sure it is!”
Miss Lawton, renewing her hold upon his hand: “Well, then! Perhaps I hurt you?”
Young Mr. Bemis: “No, no! You couldn’t.”
Miss Lawton: “How kind you are!”
Mrs. Curwen, opening her eyes: “Where”—
Miller, rapidly transferring her to Mrs. Crashaw: “Still in the elevator, Mrs. Curwen.” Rising to his feet: “Something must be done. Perhaps we had better unite in a cry. It’s ridiculous, of course. But it’s the only thing we can do. Now, then! Hello!”
Miss Lawton: “Papa!”
Mrs. Crashaw: “Agne-e-e-s!”