Enter SUSAN at the back door. Behind her, CONSTANCE peeps in.
Mat. Let him go.—Father! Father! (Kisses him.)
Sus. That can never be Mattie's gentleman, sure-ly! Hm! I don't think much of him. I knew he had ugly eyes! I told you so, Mattie! I wouldn't break my heart for him—no, nor for twenty of him—I wouldn't! He looks like a drowned cat.
Wat. What the devil have you got to do with it?
Sus. Nothing. You shut up.
Wat. Well, I'm damned if I know whether I'm on my head or my heels.
Sus. 'Tain't no count which.
Bill (aside to COL. G.). She's at the back door, Mr. William.
Col. G. Who is, Bill? Miss Lacordère?
Bill. Right you air!