When she comes to inspect my garden I
will pretend not to say a word. Instead, I will scrape the ground with
my shovel--that will infuriate her. I will shake my head--she'll take
that for opposition and begin to argue; the fire will ignite, and when
her spirit is aflame--she will remember that she is an honest woman
and that she told you and you deceived her. And here she is now. I
will get her going, then you come in and announce you've decided on
Young Richly.
(Exit Nelson and Townly, then enter Mrs. Townly)
Mrs. Townly:
You were there quite a while with my husband. Apparently, he knows the
one he wants for a son-in-law. Is it Mr. Richly or Mr. Nelson, as I
advised him?
Lucas: (turning his hat)
HMMM!
Mrs. Townly:
You turn your hat. That means my husband didn't take my advice.
Lucas: (shaking his head)
PRRR!
Mrs. Townly:
Mr. Nelson, you say is not to my husband's taste--and he prefers
Richly?
Lucas:
Heh, heh, heh.
Mrs. Townly:
Because he is younger? Or because Richly is more pleasing to my
daughter?
Lucas:
Oh, well--
Mrs. Townly:
What! You think that the solid wealth of Mr. Nelson is not
preferable--
Lucas:
Well--
Mrs.
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