Mrs. Miller, taking possession of her husband: “Oh, what a fright you have given us!”
Miller: “I given you! Do you suppose I did it out of a joke, or voluntarily?”
Mrs. Roberts: “Aunty, I don’t know what to say to you. You ought to have been here long ago, before anything happened.”
Mrs. Crashaw: “Oh, I can explain everything in due season. What I wish you to do now is to let me get at Willis, and kiss him.” As Campbell submits to her embrace: “You dear, good fellow! If it hadn’t been for your presence of mind, I don’t know how we should ever have got out of that horrid pen.”
Mrs. Curwen, giving him her hand: “As it isn’t proper for me to kiss you”—
Campbell: “Well, I don’t know. I don’t wish to be too modest.”
Mrs. Curwen: “I think I shall have to vote you a service of plate.”
Mrs. Roberts: “Come and look at the pattern of mine. And, Willis, as you are the true hero of the occasion, you shall take me in to dinner. And I am not going to let anybody go before you.” She seizes his arm, and leads the way from the landing into the apartment. Roberts, Lawton, and Bemis follow stragglingly.
Mrs. Miller, getting her husband to one side: “When she fainted, she fainted at you, of course! What did you do?”
Miller: “Who? I! Oh!” After a moment’s reflection: “She came to!”