Enter MRS. GREENFINCH, 2 E. L., in her own attire, hastily.
MRS. G. Who? Your master, my dear Gregory? Ah! ’tis he, indeed! (rushing to embrace him)
GREEN. He—hem! (aside, and turning away) She has me.
MRS. G. (L.) Good heavens, Gregory! Why, Gregory! Mister Greenfinch, don’t you know me?
GREEN. (C.) A—a—hum! I haven’t the pleasure of your acquaintance, ma’am.
MRS. G. What, sir? Don’t know me?
BETSY. (L.) Nor me, sir?
GREEN. I never saw either of you before in my life.
BETSY. Well, if that’s not audacious!
GREEN. Don’t be impertinent, young woman.