Rubber. Say, lady, all the money I got’s in the pocket of my other pants out in the stable. Won’t you take it and leave here?
Miss C. Money! What do I care for money now! The law could not reach you—but I will.
(She seizes Rubber and drags him from under the table, and throws him L.; then pulls out Susan, crying, “You, too,” and throws her R. They sit on floor, frightened. Miss C. sits on table C., fanning herself.)
Rubber. Honest, lady, I never done it.
Susan (crying). Oh, please go—please go.
Miss C. (laughing). Well, how do you like acting now?
Rubber (rising). Was that acting?
Susan (rising). You don’t mean it?
Miss C. Certainly. That is a scene from my great part in “A Woman’s Secret; or, Foiled by Fate.”
Susan. And people paid real money to see that?