Mrs. D. You don’t read sermons?
Alma. It may be very wicked, but I don’t. (crosses, L.)
Dr. (aside to Mrs. Dozey) A worldly-minded woman.
Mrs. D. I’m afraid so.
Alma. What a delightful, quaint, old-fashioned place this is! I must congratulate you on your taste, Sir Humphrey.
Sir H. Plain, but comfortable.
Alma. Whose portrait’s this? Isn’t he a dear old dignified soul? Quite one of the last century.
Sir H. It is considered much too old for me.
Alma. For you! Oh, fifty years! I thought it was your grandfather.
Dr. Makes herself quite at home. (aside to Mrs. Dozey)