Mrs. D. It’d be more becoming if she did, widow as she is. But there! I have my doubts about her being a widow at all.
Sir H. (rising) Mrs. Dozey!
Mrs. D. A bright face is like charity, it covers a multitude of sins.
Sir H. And a sour face is sometimes like the sins, it has no charity to cover it.
Mrs. D. I quite agree with you. (up stage, aside) What does he mean by that? (Exit through window, off R.)
Sir H. How prejudiced people are! What is birth after all? An accident—the merest accident! And isn’t my birth good enough for both of us? My life is very lonely—very lonely.
Re-enter Alma through window, from R.
Alma. Oh! such a jolly row! I’ve left them at it—hammer and tongs—tongues especially.
Sir H. Mrs. Dozey’s of a jealous disposition. A worthy woman but——