MOUS. Anastasia! Oh, true, I forgot her.
CRUM. (aside) Forgot his wife! Better and better. Ha, ha! (aloud) Oh, here she comes—you can accompany part of the way.
MOUS. Eh? Yes, yes, of course! (pulling out his watch, and looking at it—then with, pretended surprise) Goodness gracious! I shall be too late for Mrs. Major-General Jones.
(he rushes out, L. D. F.)
Enter MRS. MOUSER in her bonnet and shawl, L.
MRS. M. (calling after MOUSER, whom she sees running out) Mr. Mouser! Marmaduke! Call him back, cousin!
CRUM. It’s no use my calling him back, my dear—he saw you coming.
MRS. M. And now leaves the house again, without saying a word.
CRUM. And without his usual “fond embrace before we part!”
MRS. M. Yes—but this is neglect—downright neglect—not that it matters to me.