MR. BECKER. How do you do, Mrs. Brown. How do you do, Miss Slavinsky.
SOPHIE. And is this another great big glorious man who wants to help us poor weak little women to get our rights? No, it is that same rude man who spoke so peevish to me at the theatre, the other night. Go away, I have no use for you.
MR. BECKER. I don’t recall the circumstances. I think you have made a mistake, Miss Slavinsky. I do not think we have ever met before.
SOPHIE. Oh yes we have.
MILDRED. Miss Slavinsky is an usheress at a theatre, Mr. Becker, and she made a mistake in showing you to your seat the other evening that annoyed you.
MR. BECKER. I don’t remember it, Miss Tilsbury.
SOPHIE. Yes, you were at the theatre, don’t you remember, Mr. Becker, last Monday, with a lady all alone. Not a lady like these ladies, but another kind of a lady with a big red feather and a big red cheek.
MR. BECKER. I still think you are mistaken, Miss Slavinsky. I have not been to the theatre in a month. You women are apt to jump to conclusions and then stick to them.
SOPHIE. Ah, yes, that is you, that is what you said, “You women——”
MRS. TILSBURY. Really, Miss Slavinsky, I think we had better let the subject drop. It is not a matter of great importance as to whether Mr. Becker went to the theatre on a particular evening or not. I think you said you came to give Miss Tilsbury a message about the Parade to-morrow.