Dorothy.—You shock me, sir; you fill me with alarm; would you strip us of these poor household necessities.
Dingle.—I am a benefactor to women. If I see they have no possibility of keeping house I resort to heroic measures—I sell ’em out. What’s the result? They get situations, get plenty to eat and comfortable quarters.
Dorothy.—And the little children?
Dingle (Pulls out watch).—It is time to end this nonsense. Have the rent by to-night. Good morning. [Exit door F.]
Dorothy (Sits in chair).—So that’s the suitor for my heart and hand! Whew!
[Enter Squire, followed by Mrs. Felton and Em’ly].
Squire (Pointing with cane).—There he goes! Look at him; see how pompously he struts; observe the elevation of his nose! [All look towards window]. Take care! down he goes! [All laugh boisterously].
Dorothy.—Poor fellow, I wonder if he is hurt!
Em’ly.—His hat is completely demolished.
Mrs. Felton.—Rather a bad fall.