WOOD. (sulkily) I do. (very savagely, to MRS. L.) I’m obliged to you. Do you hear?—I’m obliged to you.
MRS. L. (smiling satirically at WOODCOCK) I am thanked sufficiently already, in having suggested a proposal, which evidently gives you so much satisfaction! And now I’ll join dear Caroline!
MRS. C. Do. Mr. W.! (WOODCOCK takes no notice—very loud) Mr. W!
WOOD. (sulkily) Well!
MRS. C. Hand Mrs. Larkings to the door.
WOOD. Eh—very well. (taking hold of MRS. LARKINGS’S hand) Come along! (pulling her after him to door, R. 2 E., and then pointing to it) There you are! (looking fiercely at MRS. L., who bursts out laughing in his face and goes out—WOODCOCK, buttoning up his coat, and with an air of resolution) I don’t care—though it should come to a fight between Carver and me, I will not pay a third visit to the Colosseum at Rome.
MRS. C. (anxiously watching MRS. LARKINGS out, and then throwing off her former stiff and disguised manner) Done at last! (looking knowingly at WOODCOCK, and shaking her head playfully at him) Ah!—ah!
WOOD. (R. C., astonished—aside) What the deuce is the matter with Carver?
MRS. C. (L. C., still in the same playful manner) And has Marmy been deceived—has Marmy been taken in?—he! he! he!
WOOD. (aside) I see, Carver’s been at the sherry!