MRS. MILLER: "It's Mr. Miller, I know."

BEMIS: "Or my son."

LAWTON: "My voice is for Mrs. Roberts's brother. I've given up all
hopes of my daughter."

ROBERTS, without: "Oh, Curwen! Glad to see you! Thought you were
my wife's aunt."

LAWTON, at a suppressed sigh from MRS. ROBERTS: "It's one of his
jokes, Mrs. Roberts. Of course it's your aunt."

MRS. ROBERTS, through her set teeth, smilingly: "Oh, if it IS, I'll
make him suffer for it."

MR. CURWEN, without: "No, I hated to wait, so I walked up."

LAWTON: "It is Mr. Curwen, after all, Mrs. Roberts. Now let me see
how a lady transmutes a frown of threatened vengeance into a smile of
society welcome."

MRS. ROBERTS: "Well, look!" To MR. CURWEN, who enters, followed by
her husband: "Ah, Mr. Curwen! So glad to see you. You know all our
friends here--Mrs. Miller, Dr. Lawton, and Mr. Bemis?"

CURWEN, smiling and bowing, and shaking hands right and left: "Very
glad--very happy--pleased to know you."