Sus. Oh, everything's amiss—everything!—Who was that went out, Mattie—this minute—as we come in?
Mat. Miss Lacordère.
Sus. Her imperence! Well! I should die of shame if I was her.
Mat. She's an angel, Susan. There's her basket. I told her to take it away, but she would leave it.
Sus. (peeping into the basket). Oh, my! Ain't this nice? You must have a bit, Mattie.
Mat. Not one mouthful. You wouldn't have me, Susan!
Sus. I ain't so peticlar (eating a great mouthful). You really must, Mattie. (Goes on eating.)
Col. G. Don't tease her. We'll get something for her presently. And don't you eat too much—all at once.
Sus. I think she'd like a chop, sir.—There's that boy, Bill, again!—Always when he ain't wanted!
Enter BILL.