Alice. Now, this very evening.
Mrs. S. It would be a great joke. But I can’t act a part as you can.
Alice. Oh, it’s easy. Just stagger a little and look silly and say idiotic things. You’ve seen men drunk.
Mrs. S. Do you think Robert would get angry?
Alice. He might, but it’ll set him to thinking. Of course he mustn’t find out the trick.
Mrs. S. I’ll do it just for a lark, all to ourselves.
Alice. It’ll be a capital joke. I’ll pretend not to know what ails you.
Mrs. S. How shall we proceed? Robert will be home pretty soon to take his bicycle ride before dinner.
Alice. I’ll fill a wine bottle with cold tea and put glasses on the table. (Exit L. for things.)
Mrs. S. Alice is so full of mischief. I’m afraid I can’t do it right. I’ll have to stagger and hiccup I suppose and be quarrelsome. That is the way drunken men always act in plays.