BETSY. Oh, mum, he calls me a young woman!
GREEN. (aside) More brandy. (goes to table and drinks)
MRS. G. (apart to BETSY) Oh! Betsy, he’s more depraved than I could have imagined. I know I shan’t be able to keep my temper.
GREEN. (drinks, and aside) I’m firmer now.
MRS. G. (confronting him) Mr. Greenfinch! Sir! Will you look at me and repeat you don’t know me?
GREEN. (uneasily) Hem! ah! (aside) I feel the Countess has her eye upon me—I’m a dead man if I give way. (to MRS. G.) I tell you I haven’t the slightest knowledge of you. (goes to table)
MRS. G. (aside to BETSY) This is going beyond a joke, Betsy—the man’s quite serious—looks in my face and denies me.
BETSY. Yes, mum; and means to stick to it.
MRS. G. (aside to BETSY) Does he? Mr. Greenfinch! (taking hold of him) you’d better mind what you are doing—I’m not a woman to be trifled with.
GREEN. (aside) I’m well aware of that; but now that I have the Countess at my back, I don’t mind aggravating her. (sings) Toll, loll, de roll, loll, &c.