Hat. Now behave Corney, or I’ll tell Helen who put the photos in the album.
Corn. Be off, Miss Impudence—(runs her off upstairs R. C.) That girl’s a terror. (returns to Bea, speaking as he comes down) You can’t think Beatrice—(sits on couch) You can’t think.
Hat. (returning) You can think; we haven’t much time, Bea; you’ll be late.
Corn. Will you get out—(Corney chases her round table and up stairs C. and R.; he returns) She gets worse and worse! (looking back after Hattie.)
Bea. I didn’t see anything so dreadful in the photos, Corney; if you own up to them, I don’t mind.
Corn. Oh, well! If you don’t mind, I will!
Bea. I thought they couldn’t be poor Mr. Dunn’s; he looked so innocent.
Corn. (seated on couch R., laughing) Yes, Peter’s appearance does rather discount him.
Bea. It was too bad to infer they were his.