Mrs. T. She's really gone!
Mr. T. (searching the telephone book). Why, I can't find——
Enter Mr. and Mrs. B., r.
Mrs. B. Why, of all things, Eric hasn't come. We can't understand it. (Looks about.) What is the matter?
Mrs. T. (embracing Mrs. B.). Oh, Fanny, Hilda has gone to New York——
Mr. T. There's a burglar in the silver-closet——
(Drops telephone book.)
Mrs. B. Mercy on us! A burglar!
Mr. B. What does this mean?