SWEET. (disregarding SHORT, and looking hard at his wife) Yes, ma’am, I say we can look on and see others doing so!
SHORT. (aside) He’ll spoil all. It’s impossible to restrain him!
MRS. SWEET. (aside to her husband, and covertly pointing to SHORT) Don’t for goodness’ sake make matters worse!
SWEET. Make matters worse! Short, ma’am, is in my confidence!
MRS. SWEET. (aside—perplexed) I am lost—I can’t make it out.
MRS. SHORT. (aside) What does he mean?
SWEET. (to his wife) It was on my account, doubtless, that you were so particular about you dress—to please me!
MRS. SWEET. Well, yes—don’t you like it!
SWEET. And this bouquet: that, too, was to please me, I suppose!
SHORT. (aside to MRS. SHORT, after crossing behind to L. of her) What did you give her my bouquet for?