MRS. M. (taking hold of the other) Of course—Mrs. Jones expects you.
CRUM. You wouldn’t keep a young and pretty woman waiting? (handing him his coat)
MOUS. Oh, she’s young and pretty, is she? You hear, ’Stasia—she’s young and pretty. (puts on coat) You expose me to her fascinations, ’Stasia——
MRS. M. (smiling) I’m not at all afraid.
MOUS. And why—why are you not afraid? Because, as you must have observed, you no sooner set your foot on the ground than I instantly commence adoring the bit of ground you set your foot on.
MRS. M. (with impatience) Yes, yes—but make haste. And you can join me at my sister Charlotte’s. You know we drink tea there this evening——
MOUS. Yes, at eight o’clock. But it isn’t five yet.
MRS. M. What of that? I promised her to come early—she’s teaching me a new pattern in knitting.
MOUS. Yes, I heard her the other day. She was telling you to drop one, and then take up two. She didn’t say what, but I must say I was rather surprised at her requesting you to “turn over twice”—especially so soon after dinner.
MRS. M. Ha, ha, ha! Good-bye—for I’m in a hurry to dress.