Kate. I am very much mistaken in Dr. Endicott if he would deign to notice a woman who had stooped to set her cap. (Sits L. C.)
Mrs. G. (sighing). I am sure I do not know what will become of you with such ideas.
Mr. G. (outside). Where is Eugene? I want him.
Mrs. G. Hush! here comes your father.
Alice (starting up from reclining position). Oh, mother! do try to get some money of him for a new ball dress. Mine are shameful!
Mrs. G. I will do my best, but it is hard work. I hope you may never know how hard when you have a husband of your own.
(Enter Mr. Grovenor, C., his hands full of papers, bills, etc.)
Mr. G. (very crossly). Where is that boy? What do these bills mean? The expenses of this house must be cut down. Do you think I am made of money, Mrs. Grovenor?
Mrs. G. (timidly). I am very sorry. I am sure I do the best I can.
Mr. G. (sitting R. of table and looking over bills). I think you would find a way to be more economical if you had to earn the money you spent. It's a pity you women did not have to do it once in a while, and then you would know how good it was.