Bill (roaring with laughter). She’s got him. Hick is a goner!
Hat. (to Susan). Mrs. Rodney, I think I will go to my room.
Susan (persuasively). Don’t do that, Miss Renwick. If there has been a joke played, take it good-naturedly.
Hat. How can I? (Looks around despairingly.)
Hel. Let me introduce you to Mr. Roamer, Miss Renwick.
Hat. (bowing stiffly). Pleased to meet him.
Bill (coming to Susan). Is supper ready yet, Missus Rodney?
Susan. Not yet, Bill.
Bill. S’pose we have a little dance, then? (Produces harmonica and clappers.) Take your partners for a quadrille, and look out for paint!
(Strikes up a lively air—or if he cannot play, the orchestra does it for him.)