SAM. Here it is. [Hands paper to JIM.
JIM. Hello! [Looks at KATE.
JOE. What is it?
JIM hands paper to KATE.
KATE. [After slight start—haughtily.] What do you mean?
JIM. Oh, not you, Kate. [Smiling, to SAM.] 'Twasn't Kate dressed up like a man—no! [General laugh.] Oh, I didn't think that. [KATE vexed, goes up-stage. JIM in whisper to others.] Mad? [JOE shakes his head; JIM nods interrogatively to MRS. VERNON.
MRS. VERNON. [Looking after KATE.] Well, I can't see why.
Exit KATE.
JIM. [After another look after KATE—to SAM.] Well, I suppose you know you're watched.
SAM. [Indifferently.] How's that?