CRUM. Pshaw!
BET. (stopping) Very well—then I know what I’ll do—I’ll fall in love with Mouser in downright earnest, too! He’s a very nice little fellow, Mr. Mouser! Where is Mr. Mouser? (in a loud voice and walking to and fro) Where’s Mr. Mouser?
CRUM. (following her) Hush!
BET. (louder still) I want my Mouser!
CRUM. Be quiet; you shall have the shop—but, on this condition—that you don’t see Mouser again.
BET. Then you must tell him I can’t come.
CRUM. Can’t come, where?
BET. Here, in an hour’s time. That’s what I came to tell you about. He left Mrs. Mouser’s veil at our place just now, and, when I opened it there was a letter inside!
CRUM. A letter?
BET. Yes, sir.