Wid. (Aside.) Zounds! Ma’amselle Cheri Bounce.
Cheri. I expected to meet a gent—Mr. Widgetts.
Mary. Who invited you to supper?
(Crosses to L.)
Wid. (Aside.) How did the fellow know that?
Mary. My friend, Widgetts, has been obliged to leave home rather suddenly, but he has left me here to perform the agreeable for him. Supper, you see, is waiting, Ma’amselle.
Wid. (Coming forward.) Allow me to observe——
Mary. Lay the table.
Wid. (Aside.) The rascal’s not going to eat my supper!