(Lays the table, C.)
Cheri. (Aside.) Really a very nice young man.
Mary. My name is Spraggs—Spraggs, ma’amselle. Like my friend, Widgetts, I’m dotingly fond of the girls—aw—paws’itive fact—can’t help it, never could, and don’t think I ever shall. Let me take your shawl. (Takes off Cheri Bounce’s shawl.) A divine figure—demme!
Wid. (Coming between them.) Allow me to observe——
Mary. Lay the table, waiter.
Wid. (Aside.) D—n the table. (Lays the plates and dishes and places the chairs. Mary White gallants Mdlle. Cheri Bounce, apart. Widgetts, C., polishing a plate, furiously.) Here’s a pleasant situation, waiter at my own supper, and afraid to open my mouth. The rascal’s making love to her, and she likes it! Hang ’em, I wish I could strangle them.
(Mary White and Mdlle. Cheri Bounce laughing.)
Cheri. Oh, you droll wretch, you’re ten times funnier than that stupid Widgetts.
Mary. Hang Widgetts.
Wid. (Coming between them.) I beg your pardon.