Topp. I mean she.
Mr. T. He, she, them! Who, which, what! I see!
Mrs. T. He means Amelia, the mother. How sudden!
Topp. (Astonished.) She a mother!
Enter Angie, R. Crosses to Mrs. T., who rises.
Mrs. T. (Nudging T.) A charming gentleman, I’m sure. (To Topp.) My daughter, sir.
Topp. (Bowing.) Ah, miss, that is to say, madam—I came—
Angie. (Bows bashfully; surprised.) Sir, I do not understand this sudden call.
Topp. Of course not. Explanations will follow duly.
Mrs. T. (With meaning look.) A friendly call my dear, and a little business mingled.