FLAMM
That's better already!—That's good!—[Apparently unintentionally and as if merely to hold the cup, he puts his own hands upon ROSE'S which support it. His mouth at the rim he lowers himself more and more—until he kneels on one knee.] So! Thank you, Rosie! Now you can let me go.
ROSE
[Making gentle efforts to disengage herself.] Oh, no! Do let me be, Mr. Flamm!