PRIORESS. I am y-clepèd Madame Eglantine.


JUNIOR. What rhymes with Eglantine? Wine? (_the_ PRIORESS _looks duly
shocked_) Thine? Divine? I know. It's something about singing through
your nose the _service divine_.


FIRST NUN. The seemly way to sing.


SECOND NUN. The seemly way.


GRISELDA. Here, Eglantine, you can't take up all day.


PRIORESS. I'd prove my vocal method without peer.


HIPPOLYTA. Perhaps she could.


WIFE. Suppose she does it here!


JUNIOR. Never mind. Miss Eglantine. Did they call you Sister in those
days? Never mind. I'll play your accompaniment on the piano.