CRUM. Well, I’ll bear my promise in mind.
BET. Don’t you think you’d better get it off your mind at once, sir? There’s a nice little shop in the greengrocery line, to be let at the corner of the street—and, as Harris doesn’t seem very fond of the law, it would be just the very thing for us.
CRUM. (aside) Egad, here’s an opportunity for driving a bargain. She’s a smart little body enough, and if she can only be induced to act as I direct—I’ll feel the ground at all events. (aloud) I suppose you’ve brought Mrs. Mouser’s veil? (pointing to parcel)
BET. Yes, sir.
CRUM. Mr. Mouser called and told you to do so, eh?
BET. He didn’t address himself to any of us in particular, sir. He just popped his head in at the door, and said, “Mrs. Mouser wants her veil directly,” and then took to his heels as if he was frightened to look at any woman but his wife. Lor! what a happy couple they must be!
CRUM. (with a deep sigh) Happy! (solemnly) They are not a happy couple!
BET. Lawks!
CRUM. Yet they might be—but, unfortunately, there is only one person in the world who could make them so.
BET. And who is that?