Horace.—and unreasonable, and selfish.
Aunt. The impertinence of the man.
Minnie. Oh, never mind. I didn’t understand that you had anything in particular to do.
Horace. Now, there’s a sensible little girl.
Minnie. Sit down here—(Armchair)—and make yourself thoroughly comfortable.
Horace. (Sitting down, but feeling in all his pockets) One who realizes that one cannot always be running about from place to place, neglecting the serious interests of life.
Minnie. What is it? What are you looking for?
Horace. My cigar case. I fancy I must have left it in my room. (Minnie runs L. to get it.) Wait a minute. Did I put it down as I came through the hall? (Minnie runs R.) Wait, wait, I’m not certain I took it out with me at all this morning, in which case it surely will be in my study. (Minnie runs L.) Now, don’t run about. You make me giddy. Do not run about. Have a thorough search. (Exit Minnie L.)
Aunt. Horace, you are going too far.