Enter JOE.
MAR. Why, Joe, what’s the matter now?
JOE. What’s the matter? why, when you put me in that room full o’ pictur’s, and left me staring at ’em while you went to take off your grand clothes, your fine husband came in. “Hallo!” says he, “don’t stand in the chairs.” “How can I see the pictures if I don’t?” says I. “Sit down,” says he. Well, I did sit down—then he was at me again, and told me to go out of the room, and I said I shouldn’t—that my cousin had took me in, and neither he nor six of his servants should take me out.
MAR. That was wrong, Joe.
JOE. Then one word brought up another till I said something and then he said something, and then I said something, and then he took me by the collar of my coat and kicked me down stairs.
MAR. And served you just right.
JOE. Eh?
MAR. You had no business to be impudent to my husband, if you are my cousin. What did you say?
JOE. I didn’t say much, only he bothered me so that I up and called him——
MAR. What?