BET. (looking at him) Well, I don’t think there’s much danger of my falling in love with him.
(MOUSER, who has put his hat, &c., on table, C., turns and sees BETSY, who runs off, L. D.)
MOUS. (L., severely to CRUMMY) Mr. Crummy, what is that young person?
CRUM. Ha, ha! Come, I like that! Go along!
MOUS. But I don’t like it, sir—neither shall I go along. I repeat, who is that young person?
CRUM. Ha, ha! You do it very well, Mouser—but it won’t do—ugh! you Don Juan! (poking him in the side)
MOUS. (after a look of astonishment at CRUMMY, then aside) Can he have been drinking thus early.
CRUM. But I really think you might have waited till I was out of the room, before you——
MOUS. Before I what, sir?
CRUM. You know—this sort of thing, eh? (winking at MOUSER) I suppose you thought I shouldn’t see you do it, eh?