Mrs. T. (coming down a little R., aside) Traitor!
Todd. ’Tis I—your adoring Toddini!
Mrs. T. (aside) Villain!
Todd. You know—you’re the only woman I ever loved!
Mrs. T. (shouting) Samuel!
Todd. (starting up, and retreating, L.) Gracious powers! that voice—you’re not?—
Mrs. T. I am.
Todd. My lost Laura?
Mrs. T. (R.) Your living wife!
Todd. (L.) Impossible! You know you’re dead—you’re the late Mrs. Todd—you’re a blest shade.