(Enter from the gate the old minister, Doctor Barlow)
Doctor B. Good morning, Mum Zurie. You seem to be agitated. Can I help you?
Zu. Lawd, no! beg yo’ pahdon, sah! I ’s jes so mighty tickled! Dese heah two niggahs so comicky like! Lawd, no, I was n’t alligated at all, beg yo’ pahdon, sah!
Doctor B. I ’m glad to hear it, Zurie. Is your mistress at home?
Zu. Yes, sah. Dey all be in de gahden.
Doctor B. I ’ll just take a walk in there then.
(Exit, right)
Zu. Wha’ make me le’m go in de gahden? My brain it jes all wool and no sense at all! Wha’ now he fin’ Mars Edgah kissin’ Miss Babylam’? Well, ain’t dey gwine ter be married? Married! O, lawd! (Throws her apron over her head and sits on the ground. Re-enter Mrs. Clemm and Doctor Barlow. He carries his hat in one hand and mops his brow with the other)
Doctor B. Well, well, well! Upon my word! Your nephew—pardon me—is possessed of a rather impetuous spirit—rather impetuous, pardon me!
Mrs. C. O, Doctor Barlow, what must I do? You heard him! He wants to be married now—this hour!