MRS. P.--And the underclothing, my love--little Amelia's underclothing?

MISS P.--We will see about it. Good-night [kisses her]. Don't be seen
here,--Lady K. doesn't like it.

Enter Gentlemen and Ladies from dining-room.

LADY K.--We follow the Continental fashion. We don't sit after dinner,
Captain Touchit.

CAPTAIN T.--Confound the Continental fashion! I like to sit a little
while after dinner [aside].

MRS. B.--So does my dear Mr. Bonnington, Captain Touchit. He likes a
little port-wine after dinner.

TOUCHIT.--I'm not surprised at it, ma am.

MRS. B.--When did you say your son was coming, Lady Kicklebury?

LADY K.--My Clarence! He will be here immediately, I hope, the dear boy.
You know my Clarence?

TOUCHIT.--Yes, ma'am.

LADY K.--And like him, I'm sure, Captain Touchit! Everybody does like
Clarence Kicklebury.

TOUCHIT.--The confounded young scamp! I say, Horace, do you like your
brother-in-law?