MRS. BROWN. Why, Van, you goose, who can have put this nonsense into your head?
VAN. (pointing to BOBBINS, R.) That reverend Antony—that old Ægisthus—that miserable Claudius, King of Denmark, there.
AUGUS. (aside to MRS. BROWN, getting behind her in a violent fright) Do try and pacify him—he’s foaming at the mouth!
MRS. BROWN. (aside to VANDYKE) Van—Van, I’ll never forgive you for this. Why, where’s your head? Jealous of such an object as that! (pointing to BOBBINS) Look at him.
VAN. There’s no accounting for taste. Besides, what do you say to your other cavalier, the youthful Fastman?
MRS. BROWN. What now—the youthful Fastman?
AUGUS. Fastman—who I only just this minute discovered on his knees before my wife!
VAN. (rushing across to BOBBINS, who runs behind table, R.) Ah, you dare to call her so to my face! (MRS. BROWN runs after VANDYKE, and holds him)
AUGUS. Police—police!
MRS. BROWN. Now, my dear Van—how can you imagine that your own little Emily—