BET. Mrs. Mouser’s veil——
CRUM. Come in, my dear.
BET. Pattens and all, sir?
CRUM. No. You may leave them outside.
BET. If it’s the same to you, sir, I’d rather not.
CRUM. Then take them off, at all events.
BET. Of course, sir. (takes off her pattens, and comes forward, carrying them in her hand) It isn’t likely I should go for to walk on a carpet, especially when the roads are so dreadful muddy.
(putting her pattens down on table with a slam)
CRUM. Zounds! Don’t put ’em on the table! (takes pattens from her)
BET. I’m sure I don’t know what to do with ’em, so put ’em where you like.