MRS MILLER. Now don't be so ready to pitch the house out of window. How you flare up all of a sudden. I only meant to say that we shouldn't offend the major, because he is the son of the president. MILLER. There lies the root of the mischief. For that reason--for that very reason the thing must be put a stop to this very day! The president, if he is a just and upright father, will give me his thanks. You must brush up my red plush, and I will go straight to his excellency. I shall say to him,--"Your excellency's son has an eye to my daughter; my daughter is not good enough to be your excellency's son's wife, but too good to be your excellency's son's strumpet, and there's an end of the matter. My name is Miller." SCENE II. Enter SECRETARY WORM. MRS MILLER. Ah! Good morning, Mr. Seckertary! Have we indeed the pleasure of seeing you again? WORM. All on my side--on my side, cousin Miller! Where a high-born cavalier's visits are received mine can be of no account whatever. MRS MILLER. How can you think so, Mr. Seckertary? His lordship the baron, Major Ferdinand, certainly does us the honor to look in now and then; but, for all that, we don't undervalue others. MILLER (vexed). A chair, wife, for the gentleman! Be seated, kinsman. WORM (lays aside hat and stick, and seats himself). Well, well--and how then is my future--or past--bride? I hope she'll not be--may I not have the honor of seeing--Miss Louisa? MRS MILLER. Thanks for inquiries, Mr. Seckertary, but my daughter is not at all proud. MILLER (angry, jogs her with his elbow). Woman! MRS MILLER. Sorry she can't have that honor, Mr. Seckertary. My daughter is now at mass. WORM. I am glad to hear it,--glad to hear it. I shall have in her a pious, Christian wife! MRS MILLER (smiling in a stupidly affected manner). Yes--but, Mr. Seckertary---- MILLER (greatly incensed, pulls her ears). Woman! MRS MILLER. If our family can serve you in any other way--with the greatest pleasure, Mr. Seckertary---- WORM (frowning angrily). In any other way? Much obliged! much obliged!--hm! hm! hm! MRS MILLER. But, as you yourself must see, Mr. Seckertary---- MILLER (in a rage, shaking his fist at her). Woman! MRS MILLER. Good is good, and better is better, and one does not like to stand between fortune and one's only child (with vulgar pride). You understand me, Mr. Seckertary? WORM. Understand. Not exac---. Oh, yes. But what do you really mean? MRS MILLER. Why--why--I only think--I mean--(coughs). Since then Providence has determined to make a great lady of my daughter---- WORM (jumping from his chair). What's that you say? what? MILLER. Keep your seat, keep your seat, Mr. Secretary! The woman's an out-and-out fool! Where's the great lady to come from? How you show your donkey's ears by talking such stuff. MRS MILLER. Scold as long as you will. I know what I know, and what the major said he said.