MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. The dear man—to think that he remembered me! I knew he'd remember the church and Mr. Batholommey, of course; but to think that he'd remember me! He knew that my income was very limited. He was so thoughtful! His purse was always open.
FREDERIK. [Eyes MRS. BATHOLOMMEY for a second, then continues.] For
Mr. Batholommey—[REV. MR. BATHOLOMMEY nods solemnly.] and the Colonel.
COLONEL LAWTON. [Taking out a cigar.] He knew that I did the best I could for him … [His voice breaks.] the grand old man. [Recovering.] What'd he leave me? Mrs. B.—er? [Nods inquiringly at MRS. BATHOLOMMEY, who bows assent, and he lights his cigar.
FREDERIK. [Glancing at the paper.] Mrs. Batholommey, he wished you to have his miniature—with his affectionate regards.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. Dear old gentleman—and er—yes?
FREDERIK. To Mr. Batholommey—
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. But—er—you didn't finish with me.
FREDERIK. You're finished.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. I'm finished?
FREDERIK. You may read it yourself if you like.