MRS. C. Oh! it was entirely Marmy’s fault.
WOOD. (sulkily) Of course—of course it was Marmy’s fault!
MRS. W. You can’t deny it, Mr. Woodcock. You must know—(to MRS. LARKINGS)—that I had bought this coronet expressly for your ball to-night, but when I wanted it to put it on, it had disappeared! (MRS. LARKINGS looks aside at WOODCOCK—puts on a look of innocence)
MRS. C. Yes! We hunted for it everywhere. At last where do think it was found? In Marmy’s writing desk! ha, ha, ha!
WOOD. (forcing a loud laugh) Ha, ha, ha!
MRS. C. Poor fellow! he remembered afterwards putting it there to prevent its being lost.
WOOD. (very quickly) Yes!
MRS. L. Indeed! (looking at WOODCOCK) Some people might imagine it was to prevent its being found!
MRS. C. and MRS. W. (C.) Oh, no—no!
WOOD. Oh, no—no! (aside) As I have observed two or three times already, what Larkings could ever have seen in that woman——