Mrs. T. (To Twiggs.) Which does he want, wife or twins?
Mr. T. Both!
Mrs. T. Shocking! how very strange!
Topp. Hu’m! as I was saying—(To Mrs. Twiggs.) And you, madam, since I take it you should be consulted also, where do we find ourselves? (Pause, they all look at one another.)
Mrs. T. Proceed, sir.
Mr. T. Yes, we are all ears.
Topp. I was about to suggest that the presence of your daughter may be embarrassing.
Mrs. T. Oh, never mind her. She is used to hearing all such matters discussed.
Topp. (Starting.) Ah, indeed! Such matters—(Aside.) I don’t like this. A trap—(A pause.)