(Jumps up and hurriedly takes off overalls and tosses them alongside the paint cans near C. Hat. backs half-way to R. during the operation, holding up her hands. Luc. seems almost on the verge of fainting, while Bill stuffs a handkerchief in his mouth to keep from exploding.)
Hat. Oh! you look much better already, Percy.
Roam. Yes; I borrowed these trousers of my boss—I mean I loaned a good pair of trousers to a man I have working for me.
Hat. Oh! I see.
Roam. I’m a reg’lar dude when I’m fixed up, dear. Shall I give you a good hug now?
Hat. Not yet, please. But say! you must paint lovely pictures.
Roam. I do, dearest.
Hat. I should like to have you paint me some time.
Roam. I’ll be pleased to. Who did the job for you to-day?
Hat. (sharply). What is that, sir?