MRS. G. Mister Greenfinch! GREEN. That's my name, madam. MRS. G. Answer me one question, sir, plainly and distinctly--am I, or am I not, your wife? GREEN. Plainly and distinctly, then--No! (_dances to the table and sings_) Toll, loll, de roll, loll, doll, lay! (_fills a glass of brandy_) Ha, ha, ha, ha! I'll give you a toast. Here's "Lovely woman all over the world!" (_drinks_) MRS. G. (_apart to BETSY_) Oh! he's delirious! We've frightened him out of his senses. Look at his eye, Betsy--there's madness in that eye. BETSY. (_apart_) There's brandy in it, mum; not madness. MRS. G. (_apart to BETSY_) It won't do to irritate him now. (_to GREENFINCH_) My dear Gregory, of course 'tis all a joke. (_coaxingly_) You remember me--your dotey little wife--your lovey dovey? Why don't you speak to your own pidgey-widgey, and give her a toosey-woosey kiss? GREEN. (_aside, and turning away_) Oh! this is too much for a husband's feelings! (_to MRS. G._) Don't please--don't talk that way; you don't know me; I'm a domestic fiend--doomed for a certain time to walk this earth in patent leather boots. Farewell, farewell for ever! (_he rushes into the garden through window at back_) MRS. G. Gregory, stop! I must follow him, Betsy, or he'll do himself an injury. BETSY. La! mum, he's not mad enough for that yet. Don't think of following him, or you'll spoil all we've done; he's not half punished yet. MRS. G. Well, if you think so, 'tis my duty as a wife not to spare him. BETSY. 'Course it is, mum. I've the plan all cut out in my head. You've got a suit of master's clothes in that trunk, ma'am? (_points to trunk on floor, C._) MRS. G. Yes, Betsy; his new suit that he forgot to take with him to Paris. I meant to surprise him with it. BETSY. And so you shall, mum. (_takes the trunk_) Come with me, and I'll show you how. _Exeunt MRS. G. and BETSY, L. 2 E.; the latter carries the trunk._ _Enter GREENFINCH, C._