What I
wish you to do now is to let me get at Willis, and kiss him." As
CAMPBELL submits to her embrace: "You dear, good fellow! If it
hadn't been for your presence of mind, I don't know how we should
ever have got out of that horrid pen."
MRS. CURWEN, giving him her hand: "As it isn't proper for ME to kiss
you"
CAMPBELL: "Well, I don't know. I don't wish to be TOO modest."
MRS. CURWEN: "I think I shall have to vote you a service of plate."
MRS. ROBERTS: "Come and look at the pattern of mine. And, Willis,
as you are the true hero of the occasion, you shall take me in to
dinner. And I am not going to let anybody go before you." She
seizes his arm, and leads the way from the landing into the
apartment. ROBERTS, LAWTON, and BEMIS follow stragglingly.
MRS. MILLER, getting her husband to one side: "When she fainted, she
fainted AT you, of course! What did you do?"
MILLER: "Who? I! Oh!" After a moment's reflection: "She came
to!"
CURWEN, getting his wife aside: "When you fainted, Caroline, who
revived you?"
MRS. CURWEN: "Who? ME? Oh! How should I know? I was insensible."
They wheel arm in arm, and meet MR. and MRS. MILLER in the middle.
MRS. CURWEN yields precedence with an ironical courtesy: "After you,
Mrs.
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