Mrs. T-K. Address! That was a matter of form. He expressed great regret that he could not devote more time to my matter.
Angie. Expressed regret! (Archly.) Well he exhibited great pleasure at my call.
Mrs. T-K. Pooh, common politeness only. For me it was a deep interest. I read it in his—(Stops suddenly.)
Angie. Eyes? Ha, ha, ha, you are taking lessons, too, sister. Well, I called within two minutes after you left and if his countenance expressed any sentiment it was plainly bad humor.
Mrs. T-K. Which your smile immediately thawed.
Angie. Indeed it did.
Mrs. T-K. Angie, I think you are real mean.
Angie. Well, sister, seriously, I don’t want him, you are welcome to him.
Mrs. T-K. (Brightening.) I know he called for me and, oh, such a horrid mistake. I shall die. (Screams.)
Enter Mrs. T. R., running.