MRS. C. What are you doing? (taking the bouquets and arranging them)
WOOD. (to MAID) Here’s my hat—here’s my comforter—here’s my Inverness cape—(giving the articles to her)—and, now, give me a ticket for the lot?
MAID. Here it is, sir, No. 81. (giving ticket)
WOOD. 81? it’s 18!
MAID. No, sir, you’ve got it upside down! (MAID goes out with things, R.)
WOOD. I see! One’s obliged to be particular, because at the very last dinner party I was at, I got a ticket No. 9 in exchange for a bran-new brown silk umbrella; and when I asked for my bran-new brown silk umbrella in exchange for ticket No. 9, they told me that ticket No. 9 was ticket No. 6, and handed me one American overshoe and a walking stick.
MRS. W. Do, mamma, arrange the flowers in my coronet.
MRS. C. They’re all right, my dear; that’s more than I can say for my dress! only see how Marmy has rumpled it! (smoothing dress)
WOOD. (C.) Me? come, I like that! considering I had to ride outside, if I rumpled any body, it must have been the coachman!