CRUM. (C. aside to BETSY) Now then, attention! (aloud) Well, my dear, Mrs. Mouser was pleased with her veil I hope?
BET. (crossing C.) Oh, yes, sir; but in getting it up, somehow or other, I run the iron through it. I suppose I was thinking of something else. (looking languishingly at MOUSER, then aside to CRUMMY) How’s that?
CRUM. (aside to her) Capital!
MOUS. (in a plaintive tone, and approaching BETSY) Dear, dear, so you run the iron through it, did you? What a pity!
BET. (with pretended emotion) Oh, sir! (letting the veil fall—aside to CRUMMY) How’s that?
CRUM. (aside to her) Can’t be better!
MOUS. (aside) It’s a clear case! Poor creetur! (picks up the veil, and offers it to BETSY)
BET. Oh, sir! (taking the veil, and squeezing his hand) I’ve done it! (aside)
MOUS. (aside) She squeezed my hand!
CRUM. (to BETSY) Perhaps you’ve seen Mr. Mouser before. (aside to her) Sigh! (CRUMMY crosses behind to R. C.)