Topp. (Embarrassed.) I called on a little matter of business. I—that is to say—
Twiggs. My wife, Mrs. Twiggs. (Topp bows to her.) Be seated. (Topp takes chair by table.) Your daughter gave me this address. (Mrs. T. seated, L.)
Mrs. T. (Aside.) Amelia has seen him already. (To Topp.) Go on, sir. My daughter’s friends are very welcome here.
Topp. I told her I would call.
Mrs. T. You advertised.
Topp. (Embarrassed.) Don’t mention that, pray.
Mrs. T. Oh, I beg pardon. We can guess your errand.
Topp. (Aside.) She’s a mind reader.
Mrs. T. You have exhibited excellent taste. Such loveliness is seldom found, I assure you.
Topp. Yes, I quite agree. (Aside.) A modest family truly!