MRS. M. Is Mr. Mouser at home?
BOY. No, ma’am.
MRS. M. Bring candles.
BOY. Yes, ma’am.
(BOY goes off and returns immediately with candles, which he places on table, and then retires at back. BETSY makes her escape, and runs out L. D. F.)
MRS. M. Good gracious! What a commotion! There are at least thirty women round the door! I’m quite alarmed! I feel I was wrong to leave the house in a pet against Mr. Mouser. As for my Cousin Crummy’s insinuations, I treat them with the utmost contempt. So, instead of spending the evening with sister Charlotte, I determined to return home, and give my poor dear affectionate little husband an agreeable surprise.
MOUS. (from within) Don’t be impatient!
MRS. M. That’s his voice. Who can he be speaking to?
MOUS. (from within) I’ll be with you directly, Betsy.
MRS. M. Betsy! (blows out candles, stage dark) Oh! the monster!