CRUM. You.
BET. (with a jump) Me! I’m sure I’ll set about it directly, if you’ll only tell me how.
CRUM. I will. (looks mysteriously about him—BETSY watches him with astonishment—then in a loud whisper) You must fall in love with Mr. Mouser.
BET. Sir!
CRUM. And Mr. Mouser must instantly fall in love with you.
BET. (staring at him—then with dignity) Give me my pattens, sir, and let me go. Give me my pattens, I say.
CRUM. ’Pshaw, child! You misunderstand me. Listen! Your sudden passion for Mouser——
BET. (seizing hold of them, and trying to pull them out of CRUMMY’S hand)
CRUM. Oh! Very well! It’s a pity, too—for a married couple might do very well.
BET. My pattens!