[They go in search of Mrs. M.G.
First Lady on Chair. Look at the dear Vicar, getting that poor Lady PAWPERSE an ice. What a very spiritual expression he has, to be sure—really quite apostolic!
Second Lady. We are not in his parish, but I have always heard him spoken of as a most excellent man.
First Lady. Excellent! My dear, that man is a perfect Saint! I don't believe he knows what it is to have a single worldly thought! And such trials as he has to bear, too! With that dreadful wife of his!
Second Lady. That's the wife, isn't it?—the dowdy little woman, all alone, over there? Dear me, what could he have married her for?
First Lady. Oh, for her money, of course, my dear!
Mrs. Pattallons (to Mrs. ST. MARTIN SOMERVILLE). Why, it really is you! I absolutely didn't know you at first. I was just thinking, "Now who is that young and lovely person coming along the path?" You see—I came out without my glasses to-day, which accounts for it!
Mr. Chuck (meeting a youthful Matron and Child). Ah, Mrs. SHARPE, how de do! I'm all right. Hullo, TOTO, how are you, eh, young lady?
Toto (primly). I'm very well indeed, thank you. (With sudden interest). How's the idiot? Have you seen him lately?
Mr. C. (mystified). The idiot, eh? Why, fact is, I don't know any idiot!—give you my word!