WOOD. (bothered) Yes, Mrs. C. (MRS. CARVER motions him to keep at a distance, WOODCOCK retreats quite bewildered)
MRS. C. (to MRS. L.) Go to her, my dear! you’ll find the dear child in her room, exchanging her bridal attire for her travelling dress.
WOOD. (overhearing, L. C.) Umph! Travelling dress? did you say “travelling dress?”
MRS. C. Yes, Mr. W.! but I forgot, you were to know nothing about it! (to MRS. LARKINGS) I think we arranged that Mr. W. should know nothing about it?
MRS. L. (R. C.) Of course not! our object was to give him an agreeable surprise. (smiling)
WOOD. Our object?—then (crosses to MRS. LARKINGS) you joined in this charming little plot, eh? ha, ha! (forcing a laugh)
MRS. C. Joined in it? She concocted it!
WOOD. Did she? ha, ha! (with a savage grin at MRS. LARKINGS)
MRS. C. Yes; why don’t you thank her, Mr. W.?