WOOD. Heyday! see who it is, David.
DAVID. (looking off at R. C.) It be a lady, sir. Lor! how I should laugh if it was one o’ your old London sweethearts come down to forbid the banns—ha, ha, ha!
WOOD. Hold your tongue, sir, and shew the lady in!
As DAVID goes up, enter MRS. LARKINGS, at door R. C., in travelling costume.
DAVID. (running back to WOODCOCK, and aside to him) All right, sir—I never seed her afore!
WOOD. Leave the room! (DAVID runs out—WOODCOCK advances to MRS. LARKINGS) Madam, may I—eh? yes—Mrs. Larkings!
MRS. L. Yes! in propria persona. Well, am I too late? I see I am. You’re married? I see you are. (looking at WOODCOCK and then bursting into a laugh) Ha, ha, ha! I can’t help laughing!
WOOD. So it seems. Yes, fair lady, I entered the holy state of wedlock exactly seventeen minutes and a half ago. (looking at watch)
MRS. L. I should so like to have seen you! what fun it must have been—ha, ha, ha!
WOOD. (aside) What does she mean by “fun?” and what can she be laughing at? (aloud and assuming a very solemn manner) Mrs. Larkings, if you allude to the solemnization of the nuptial rites, I saw no fun in it.