CRUM. So I see. (smiling)
MRS. M. Mr. Mouser can go where he likes, and do what he likes—and so can I. We needn’t interfere with one another in the slightest degree. I shall go to my sister’s. If he chooses to come well and good. If not, I dare say I shall find some one polite enough to see me home! and you may tell him so. (going)
CRUM. Well, but Anastasia?
MRS. M. (in a loud voice) You may tell him so.
(goes out L. D. F., slamming door after her)
CRUM. But Anastasia? Stop! Hear me! I’ll follow her—no, for if I do, I shall leave the coast clear for Mouser—confound it. I wish I hadn’t interfered at all. So I’ll find Betsy at once, and marry her off hand to Joseph Harris and the little greengrocer’s shop. (taking his hat, &c.)
BETSY peeps in L. D. F.
BET. Sir! Sir! Are you alone, Mr. Crummy?
CRUM. (R.) You’re the very young woman I wish to see.
BET. So are you, sir.