I was just strolling through to look at some ancient jewelry when I happened to meet Mr. Hood.—This is my husband. Mr. Hood.
(As Livingston crosses slowly and shakes his hand with cold studied courtesy, Hood gives him a sickly smile, ill at ease in an unaccustomed situation.)
Livingston
I’m charmed to meet you. I’ve heard Mrs. Livingston speak of you. Let me see, where was it?
Bess
(Casually, mistress of herself)
Perhaps it was after I first met him at Judge Wilton’s. Mr. Hood is in the Legislature, you know.
Livingston
To be sure. I remember your photograph in all the newspapers. (Half playfully) But you’re rather a young man for such a conspicuous and responsible office.
Hood