BET. But she’ll go and imagine all sorts of things.
CRUM. I hope she will. Come, is it a bargain? Will you have Joseph Harris, and the little greengrocer’s shop, or will you take your pattens and go? (offering them)
BET. You can keep the pattens.
CRUM. Spoken like a sensible girl. (places patterns in passage, L.C.) I expect Mouser every minute.
BET. Oh lud! (about to run off)
CRUM. Don’t run away. (stopping her)
BET. But, consider, sir, you can’t expect me to act a part at a moment’s notice.
CRUM. Then take that veil to Mrs. Mouser, and in a few minutes you can come back, but be sure you do come back!
Enter MOUSER, L. D. F.