Mrs. T. A mark of dignity. A patent of nobility in America.
Angie. A patent! Say trade mark. Why doesn’t he put it on his oysters.
Mrs. T. Your levity is in bad taste. Where is the dignity you inherited from your father and mother? You must learn to love him.
Angie. I’m not good at learning by heart. (Aside.) Isn’t Mr. Tick handsome!
Mrs. T. I’m uneasy about Josiah. He’s so careless of consequences. (Exit, R.)
Angie. (Laughs heartily) Oh, that ridiculous old man! And he never saw me but once. (Laughs.)
Enter Mrs. T-K. L.
Mrs. T-K. What are you laughing at, sister?
Angie. (Laughing.) Oh, it’s too funny, I’ve just had a proposal!
Mrs. T-K. A proposal! How romantic!