CRUM. That’s her affair.

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.