Re-enter MOUSER from Office, R. D. F.
MOUS. How dark it is! Betsy! Where are you, Betsy? (feeling his way)
MRS. M. (in an assumed voice) Here!
MOUS. Where?
MRS. M. Here, you wretch! (gives him a box on the ears)
MOUS. Zounds! (lays hold of MRS. MOUSER, in the struggle she takes off MOUSER’S wig, and runs into room, L., shutting door in MOUSER’S face)
MOUS. Holloa! She’s locked herself up, with my wig, in Mrs. Mouser’s room. Betsy! Elizabeth! Miss Baker! Don’t be absurd! Come out of that room—give me my wig! (knocking and trying to open door) Open the door! Open it this instant, or I’ll overwhelm you with my indignation through the keyhole.
Enter CRUMMY from Office, with a candle.
CRUM. I can’t find him any where. (seeing him) Holloa!—ha, ha, ha!
MOUS. Don’t laugh, Crummy, look at me! She’s here—I mean, she’s there.