Hat. Well, I—er—suppose I did.
Roam. (striking an attitude). Well, here he is. If you want me for better or worse, just say the word. I’ll surely die, though, if you say no.
(Edges toward C., to take a hasty departure.)
Hat. (divining his intention). Hold on, Percy Heartache! You cannot trifle with me this way. If you think you are having a joke with me, I tell you plainly that you have gone too far. You have proposed to me, and I shall hold you to it. My answer to your proposal is that I must have a short time to think.
Roam. (starting toward overalls and paint cans). I guess I had better get away from here.
Hat. (springing forward and catching with both hands). You proposed to me, and you shall not go until I have given my answer.
Roam. Let go, girl. This is only a joke.
Luc. (rushing toward him, brandishing parasol). Joke, eh? Well, I will appear as a witness against you. You are a rascal to trifle with a poor girl like that. I heard all your conversation, sir.
Bill (appearing). Me, too! Don’t marry that man, Peach. He ain’t nothin’ more than a tramp.
(Roam. succeeds in freeing himself, and runs off C., leaving paint cans and overalls behind. Luc. and Bill run after them.)