MRS. C. Especially as it includes everything except plate, linen, firing and attendance; but that’s not all, Marmy, she vows she’ll not accept a single invitation unless we are included! When I say we, I mean Caroline, Marmy and me! (playfully and skipping about, R.)
WOOD. (aside—after a savage look at her) There are circumstances under which a man ought to be allowed to strangle his mother-in-law!
MRS. C. Ah! here comes Caroline, already equipped for travelling!
Enter MRS. WOODCOCK, R. 2 E., in travelling costume.
Come here, my darling—there! (pointing to WOODCOCK, who is looking very sulky) Look at him, isn’t he the very picture of happiness? Doesn’t his very eye twinkle with delight?
MRS. W. Yes. And if I were not so happy myself, I should scold you well, sir, for keeping this charming, delightful visit to London a secret from me. (playfully shaking her finger at WOODCOCK, who tries to get up a smile)
MRS. C. He knew nothing about it, my dear, he’s quite as agreeably surprised as you are—ain’t you, Marmy?
WOOD. (sulkily) Yes; of course.
MRS. W. Why, what a serious tone you say it in!