Mrs. Roberts: "Treat him?"

Roberts: "Yes. He was rather tipsy already; and Willis thought he
would be more peaceable perhaps if we could get him quite drunk; but I
really couldn't bring my mind to it, though I was so distracted that I
was on the point of yielding."

Both Ladies: "Willis!"

Mrs. Roberts: "You wanted poor Edward to go out and drink with that
wretched being, so as to get him into a still worse state?"

Mrs. Campbell: "You suggested that poor Mr. Roberts should do such a
thing as that? Well, Willis!"

Mrs. Roberts: "Well, Willis!" She turns from him more in sorrow than
in anger, and confronts a cook-like person of comfortable bulk, with a
bundle in her hand, and every mark of hurry and exhaustion in her
countenance. "Why, here's Bridget now!"

The Cook: "Maggie, mem! I was afraid I was after missun' you, after
all. I couldn't see the gentleman anywhere, and I've been runnun' up
and down the depot askun' fur um; and at last, thinks I, I'll try the
ladies' room; and sure enough here ye was yourself. It was lucky I
thought of it."

Mrs. Roberts: "Oh! I forgot to tell you he'd be in the ladies' room.
But it's all right now, Maggie; and we've just got time to catch our
train."