BET. Heigho! (aloud) Oh yes, sir. I often see Mr. Mouser. I saw him go out yesterday at thirteen minutes past four, and come in again at twenty-seven minutes and a half past five.
CRUM. (aside to MOUSER) You see, she counts the very minutes. (aloud) This is the young person who’s going to marry our clerk, Joseph Harris.
MOUS. Soon? (R.)
CRUM. That depends on her. Harris wishes the marriage to take place immediately, but there seems to be some slight obstacle on her part—and, strange to say, she won’t tell me what it is.
MOUS. (aside) The thing’s evident. I’m the slight obstacle.
CRUM. Perhaps you’ll be more fortunate. (turning L., as going up to L. D. F.)
MOUS. (aside to him) Good gracious, Crummy, don’t go, and leave us alone.
CRUM. (aside to him) Of course! You’ve done the mischief, and you must repair it. (to BETSY) Good bye, my good girl.
BET. (with pretended alarm) You’re not a-going, sir?
MOUS. Poor soul! She hopes he’s not a-going. (aside)