Mrs. O'H. Ho, of course! The pore lone widder must always wait.
Doctor. I wish the lone widder would go to the devil!
Mrs. O'H. As I was just remargin' to Widder Smith, as is honnering my party h'upstairs—
Doctor. (rising) Don't let me keep you from your friends, (half rising) They'll be getting impatient.
Mrs. O'H. (rising) H'impatient indeed. (crosses C.) Their company manners is just as good as your friends, I'll warrant. Which reminds me that Widder Smith 'as met you in (hiccough) in sassiety.
Doctor. (absently) Widow Smith? (shakes his head) Never heard her name.
Mrs. O'H. Ho! of course not! (comes to him) You'll say next you never gave her a bath—(hiccoughs)
Doctor. (rises, astonished) Gave her a bath?
Mrs. O'H. (very indignant) A bath bun—I was a-goin' to say, and a cup o' coffee, at the Penny Reading—(crosses C. again)
Doctor. (smiling grimly) Oh, I remember that Penny Reading—I gave a comic recitation—it was funny! (sits again)