Exit Mike, muttering. Knock heard at door.
Lady. Come!
Enter Market-Man, in blue frock.
Market-man. Good day, ma’am. Heard you’d lost a dog.
Lady (eagerly, with hand extended). Yes, yes! Where is he?
Market-man. Was he a curly, shaggy dog?
Lady. Yes! O yes! Where did you find him?
Market-man. Was your dog bright and playful?
Lady (in an excited manner). O, very! very!
Market-man. Answered to the name of Carlo?