Mrs. Toov. (to herself). They never even asked for my ticket. Pa's evidently well known here! (To Attendant.) A programme? with pictures of dancing girls all over it! You ought to be ashamed to offer such things to a respectable woman!
Att. (surprised). I've never heard them objected to before, Ma'am. Can I bring you any refreshments? (Persuasively.) Bottle-ale or stout? Lemonade and brandy? Whisky and soda?
Mrs. Toov. Don't imagine you can tempt me, man. I've been a total abstainer ever since I was five!
Att. (opening box-door). Indeed, Ma'am. I suppose now you 'aven't mistook this for Exeter 'All?—because it ain't!
Mrs. Toov. I am in no danger of making that mistake! (She enters the box.) I am here before Pa after all. What a gaudy, wicked, glaring place to be sure! Ugh, this filthy tobacco; it chokes me, and I can scarcely see across the hall. Not that I want to see. Well, if I sit in the corner behind the curtain I shan't be seen myself. To think that I—I—should be here at all, but the responsibility is on Pa's head, not mine! What are those two girls singing about on the stage? They are dressed decently enough, I'll say that for them, though pinafores and baby bonnets at their age are ridiculous.
[She listens.
The Sisters Sarcenet (on stage). You men are deceivers and awfully sly. Oh, you are!
Male portion of audience (as is expected from them). No we aren't!
The Sisters S. (archly). Now you know you are!
You come home with the milk; should your poor wife ask why,