Mrs. T. What is it my dear!
Mrs. T-K. Mr. Topp called for me instead of Angie.
Mrs. T. No! You don’t say. Why do you think so?
Mrs. T-K. He told me that he was coming, or at least would write.
Mrs. T. What a dreadful misunderstanding! We are all ruined! (Screams.) Josiah! Come! Quick! Where is that man?
Enter Mr. T. hastily.
Mrs. T. Mr. Topp called for—
Mr. T. Confound Topp.
Mrs. T. We are ruined!
Mr. T. We have been ruined so often, my dear, that I rather enjoy it.