MOUS. (rushes at BETSY—she avoids him, leaving the veil in his hand)
CRUM. (without) Very well, I shall find him.
BET. Oh, lud! (runs out at door, L. D. F.)
MOUS. Cousin Crummy! (follows her to the door, then crams the veil into his pocket and begins to whistle very loud)
Enter CRUMMY from Office.
CRUM. (R.) Oh, you’re alone, are you?
MOUS. Yes, yes. Amusing myself as well as I can. La, la, la! (singing)
CRUM. Oh, then, she’s been gone some time I suppose?
MOUS. She? who? (pretending to remember) Oh, yes—little Betsy—of course—I remember. Ha, ha, ha! How you could have got such an absurd notion into your head, I can’t imagine. The girl never even thought of me!
CRUM. (aside) The little hypocrite! (aloud) Then I must have made a mistake.