CHARLEY (to AMY). I'm so glad you were able to come here to-day. You're off to Scotland to-morrow, and we shall miss you so much.

AMY. Yes, Uncle always takes us to some dreadfully remote place at this time of the year, where we never see a soul, and it's so dreary.

CHARLEY. Why does he?

AMY. I don't know.

CHARLEY. It's a shame!

AMY. Why, are you sorry we're going?

CHARLEY. Sorry? Why, it's put me- and Jack- into a perfect fever; that's why we were so anxious to see you here to-day.

AMY. It's lucky uncle is away in town, or I don't think we could have come.

CHARLEY. Why?

AMY. I don't know, but he raises such odd objections, and then you know he's so peculiar about Kitty.

CHARLEY. Why?

AMY. She's an heiress; you know, and he's her guardian.

(They talk aside.)

JACK (ardently). Miss