Mrs. T. I shall not let him withdraw so easily. I shall write and say his proposition is considered favorably.
Angie. Oh, mama! How indelicate.
Mrs. T. Pooh, my child, you know nothing about such matters. Even delicacy may be overdone.
Angie. I detest him, mama.
Mrs. T. You will learn to love him. Consider it settled.
Tick. (Aside.) Then I am undone. (To Mrs. T.) Madam, your precious child has indeed escaped a wolf. He is an old mormon, or worse, I’ll bet ten dollars.
Mrs. T. He’s worth millions.
Mr. T. And yet he wont pay for that window.
Mrs. T. Josiah, it is painful to think how you let sordid considerations influence your actions. You must see him and explain.