Mr. B. (rising). Well, I must go and take my morning walk. Will you go too?
D. (rising). Yes; where shall we go?
Mr. B. We might as well go and call on the widow, and take a survey of the situation, as I don’t mean to be entrapped by any of her wiles.
D. (sharply scrutinizing Mr. B.—aside). I must look out for this uncle of mine. He may himself propose to the widow, instead of her proposing to him, and that would be death to my prospects. I must look out and not lose the property. (Takes out a couple of cigars, which he offers to his uncle.—Aloud.) Have a cigar, uncle?
Mr. B.—Thank you, I don’t care if I do. (Takes one.)
(Exeunt, L. Curtain falls.)
Scene II.—The same. Time, evening. Mr. Bliss sits alone, R., with his feet resting on the table, smoking and reading the evening paper. A lady (Dick disguised as Mrs. Payne) enters L., wearing bonnet and shawl, and closely veiled. Mr. Bliss starts up in excitement and offers his hand.
Mr. B. Good-evening, Mrs. Payne. I am very happy to see you. (Leads her to a seat.) Lay aside your bonnet and shawl, won’t you?
Mrs. Payne. No, I thank you. I cannot stop long. I only came in to make a call.
Mr. B. I am afraid this smoke is offensive to you.