Mrs. T. Continue, my dear sir.
Topp. Madam, I do not agree with you. I had the pleasure of seeing your daughter but once, and I wish to satisfy myself a little concerning certain matters. In short, a private interview is the proper thing.
Mrs. T. Mercy me!—Oh, I begin to understand. He wants to talk to you, Josiah. How stupid you are.
Mr. T. Exactly! How stupid we are.
Mrs. T. What is the man driving at? (Suddenly to Topp.) Who are you?
Mr. T. Yes, as a mere formality it might be well to know your name.
Topp. Since your daughter has already called on me perhaps she will do me the honor of an introduction. (Aside.) She’s a little angel.
Mrs. T. My daughter has called on you? Is this so, Angie dear?
Angie. Yes, mother.