Roam. A bum artist did the job, I’m sure. Too much vermilion.
Hat. What are you talking about?
Roam. I was thinking of a picture a rival of mine painted. I must have expressed my thoughts aloud.
Hat. Oh! is that it?
Roam. Yes, dearest. Now, if you’ll only name the happy day I’ll hurry back to my hotel and get togged out a little. I can be back in an hour. (Rises.) Shall I leave word at the preacher’s and tell him we’ll soon be there?
Hat. What are you talking about?
Roam. Getting married. I’m ready right now.
Hat. I shall have to know more about you before I think of taking such a serious step as that.
Roam. Didn’t you advertise for a husband?