Topp. I quite agree in that sentiment. Madam a great mistake, but not too late to mend it. (Going R.) I withdraw my proposal for your daughter’s hand. (Exit R.)
Mrs. T. Daughter’s hand! Oh! oh! support me Josiah. If you don’t I shall faint. (He moves to support her; pushes him off angrily.) Josiah, follow him at once and apologize, or I shall—
Angie. Let the old bear go. The idea!
Tick. (Aside.) Good for the little one.
Mrs. T. Josiah, we are undone.
Mr. T. Underdone, you mean.
Mrs. T. That’s just like you, Josiah, to perpetrate small-beer witticisms over the misfortunes of your own family. Now you are actually laughing.
Mr. T. Do you want me to cry, Sophronia?
Mrs. T. No, it’s a man’s place to be brave and assert his rights.
Mr. T. I was too brave, my dear. (Looks at broken window, all laugh.)