VI JANE; MRS. CAMPBELL; WELLING; CAMPBELL
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Jane, entering, blown and panting, through the open window: "Oh, how I did run—"
Mrs. Campbell: "Yes, yes! But the letter—"
Welling: "Did you get it?"
Campbell: "Where is it?"
Jane, fanning herself with her apron: "I can't hardly get my breath—"
Mrs. Campbell: "Had she got back?"
Jane: "No, ma'am."
Campbell: "Did Mrs. Rice object to giving it up?"
Jane: "No, sir."
Welling: "Then it's all right?"
Jane: "No, sir. All wrong."
Welling: "All wrong?"
Campbell: "How all wrong?"
Mrs. Campbell: "What's all wrong, Jane?"
Jane: "Please, ma'am, may I have a drink of water? I'm so dry I can't speak."
Mrs. Campbell: "Yes, certainly."
Campbell: "Of course."
Welling: "Here." They all pour glasses of water and press them to her lips.
Jane, pushing the glasses away, and escaping from the room: "They thought Mrs. Campbell was in a great hurry for Miss Rice to have the letter, and they sent off the man with it to meet her."