Charlotte. Well, at last I am engaged to Captain Horace Vale.

Agatha Posket. Oh! Charley, I’m so glad!

Charlotte. Yes—so is he—he says. He proposed to me at the Hunt Ball—in the passage—Tuesday week.

Agatha Posket. What did he say?

Charlotte. He said, “By Jove, I love you awfully.”

Agatha Posket. Well—and what did you say?

Charlotte. Oh, I said, “Well, if you’re going to be as eloquent as all that, by Jove, I can’t stand out.” So we settled it, in the passage. He bars flirting till after we’re married. That’s my misery. What’s yours, Aggy?

Agatha Posket. Something awful!

Charlotte. Cheer up, Aggy! What is it?

Agatha Posket. Well, Charley, you know I lost my poor dear first husband at a very delicate age.

Charlotte. Well, you were five-and-thirty, dear.

Agatha Posket. Yes,