MISS SUSAN. I have just lent it to poor Charlotte Parratt. PHOEBE. Oh, auntie! OLD SOLDIER. And now Miss Livvy cannot go into the shrubbery to see the moon; and she is so fond of the moon! (MISS PHOEBE _screws her nose at him merrily, and darts back to the dance, but she has left a defender behind her._) A GALLANT (_whose name we have not succeeded in discovering_). Am I to understand, sir, that you are intimating disparagement of the moon? If a certain female has been graciously pleased to signify approval of that orb, any slight cast upon the moon, sir, I shall regard as a personal affront. OLD SOLDIER. Hoity-toity. (_But he rises, and they face each other, as_ MISS SUSAN _feels, for battle. She is about to rush between their undrawn swords when there is a commotion outside; a crowd gathers and opens to allow some officers to assist a fainting woman into the tent. It is_ MISS PHOEBE, _and_ MISS SUSAN _with a cry goes on her knees beside her. The tent has filled with the sympathetic and inquisitive, but_ CAPTAIN BROWN, _as a physician, takes command, and by his order they retire. He finds difficulty in bringing the sufferer to, and gets little help from_ MISS SUSAN, _who can only call upon_ MISS PHOEBE _by name._) VALENTINE. Nay, Miss Susan, 'tis useless calling for Miss Phoebe. 'Tis my fault; I should not have permitted Miss Livvy to dance so immoderately. Why do they delay with the cordial? (_He goes to the back to close the opening, and while he is doing so the incomprehensible_ MISS PHOEBE _seizes the opportunity to sit up on her couch of chairs, waggle her finger at_ MISS SUSAN, _and sign darkly that she is about to make a genteel recovery._) PHOEBE. Where am I? Is that you, Aunt Susan? What has happened? VALENTINE (_returning_). Nay, you must recline, Miss Livvy. You fainted. You have over-fatigued yourself. PHOEBE. I remember. (BLADES _enters with the cordial._) VALENTINE. You will sip this cordial. BLADES. By your leave, sir. (_He hands it to_ PHOEBE _himself._) VALENTINE. She is in restored looks already, Miss Susan. PHOEBE. I am quite recovered. Perhaps if you were to leave me now with my excellent aunt---- VALENTINE. Be off with you, apple cheeks. BLADES. Sir, I will suffer no reference to my complexion; and, if I mistake not, this charming lady was addressing you. PHOEBE. If you please, both of you. (_They retire together, and no sooner have they gone than_ MISS PHOEBE _leaps from the couch, her eyes sparkling. She presses the cordial on_ MISS SUSAN.) Nay, drink it, Susan. I left it for you on purpose. I have such awful information to impart. Drink. (MISS SUSAN _drinks tremblingly and then the bolt is fired._) Susan, Miss Henrietta and Miss Fanny are here! MISS SUSAN. Phoebe! PHOEBE. Suddenly my eyes lighted on them. At once I slipped to the ground. MISS SUSAN. You think they did not see you?