MOUS. A mistake of the most gigantic dimensions, Crummy.
CRUM. Well—by the bye, your wife wants her veil. Where is it? (looking about) Where’s the veil?
MOUS. Veil? Oh, here it is, but you know it wants mending.
CRUM. Oh, never mind a little tear like that.
MOUS. (tearing a large hole in the veil, aside) A little tear! It’s tremendous! Look here. (shewing it) So, I’ll just leave it with the young woman when I go past—(aside)—with a note inside, requesting her to come here this evening, when my wife is out. I’m rushing headlong into all sorts of iniquities! But, as I said before, I can’t help it. (gets hat, &c. from the table)
CRUM. You’re going out again?
MOUS. (imitating him) Going out again, what a question! Doesn’t Mrs. Major-General Jones expect me?
CRUM. (smiling) Again?
MOUS. Yes, sir, again! This case of Jones v. Jones is a very complicated case, sir, and I must get a counsel’s opinion.
CRUM. Then, of course, you can’t accompany Anastasia to her sister’s?