GUSS. No, dear boy. (Laughing.) Got a little job on.
LUKE. Oh, on the war-path?
GUSS. Yes—well, I may as well keep it in hand—Chawbacon will make her good for a thousand or two, I expect—if nothing better turns up.
LUKE. Ah—wish you luck—she’ll be a good match for you, I think, Gussy.
(Exit Luke c.)
(Enter Mrs. R. and Deb. lower door l. Both are wearing old-fashioned big country shawls, and big bonnets. Deb. evidently has on one of her aunt’s. Their dress altogether is as extravagant as comedy will permit, and has evidently been hastily put on. Deb. also carries a big country hand-basket covered with a cloth, the neck of a bottle sticking prominently out, and a huge gamp. Deb. smothering her laughter).
DEB. (Crossing r.c.) We are quite ready, Mr. Gussett
MRS. R. Yes, we are quite ready.
GUSS. (Who has regarded them with a horrified stare.) Ah, yes, if you will wait a minute I think I will call a cab.
DEB. Oh, we’d rather walk, thank you—you would rather walk, wouldn’t you, aunt?