folding door, their backs to the audience. The pretty, slender MAID
is on a chair. The elderly BUTLER dignifiedly stands on the floor.
The plump, overfed little HOUSEMAID is kneeling so as to see beneath
the head of the BUTLER._

HOUSEMAID. [_Gasping._] Oh, ain't it a beautiful sight!

BUTLER. [_Pompously._] Not to me who 'ave seen a Lord married in
Hengland.

MAGGIE. Oh, you make me sick, Mr. Potts, always talking of your English
Aristocracy! I'm sure there never was no prettier wedding than this. Nor
as pretty a bride as Miss Jinny.

BUTLER. [_Correcting her._] Mrs. Haustin!

HOUSEMAID. She looks for all the world like one of them frosted angels
on a Christmas card. My, I wish I could 'a' seen her go up the aisle
with the organ going for all it was worth!

MAGGIE. It was a _beautiful_ sight!

BUTLER. A good many 'appens to be 'aving the sense to be going now.

HOUSEMAID. Could you hear Miss Jinny say "I do," and make them other
remarks?

MAGGIE. Yes, _plain_, though her voice was trembly like. But Mr. Austin
he almost shouted!

[_Laughing nervously in excitement._

BUTLER. 'E's glad to get 'er!

MAGGIE. _And her him!_

HOUSEMAID. Yes, that's what I likes about it. Did any one cry?

MAGGIE. Mrs. Tillman. Lots of people are going now.

HOUSEMAID. What elegant clothes! Oh, gosh!

BUTLER. [_Superciliously._] Mrs. Cullingham don't seem in no 'urry;
she's a common lot!

MAGGIE. I don't care, she's rich and Miss Jinny likes her; she just
throws money around to any poor person or church or hospital that wants
it, or _don't_! So she can't be so _very common_ neither, Mr. Potts!

HOUSEMAID. Say, I catch on to something! Young Mr. Tillman's sweet on
that there tall bridesmaid.

MAGGIE. [_Sharply._] Who?

BUTLER. Miss Chester. I've seen there was something goin' hon between
them whenever she's dined or lunched 'ere.

MAGGIE. [_Angry._] 'Tain't true!

BUTLER. I'll bet my month's wages.

MAGGIE. I don't believe you!

BUTLER. Why, what's it to _you_, please?

MAGGIE. [_Saving herself._] Nothing--

HOUSEMAID. Well, I guess it's truth enough. That's the second time I've
seen him squeeze her hand when no one wasn't lookin'.

MAGGIE. Here, change places with me! [_Getting down from her chair._]
If you was a gentleman, Mr. Potts, you'd have given me _your place_!

[_Witheringly._

BUTLER. If I was a _gentleman_, miss, I wouldn't be here; _I'd_ be on
the other side of the door.

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