Han. Und, Lena, I lofe you.
Lena. Oh, my, vasn’t you ashamed.
Han. Yes, I vos plushing beneath my bosom protector. But for all dot I lofe you. Lena, nod——
[Enter Byron Smith L. 2 E. Stalks tragically forward. Halts and points finger at Hannis and Lena.
Byron. Ha—ha! what is this that looms before my vision!
’Tis love’s young dream!
’Tis Cupid’s victory won.
Two hearts with but a single thought,
Two souls that beat as one!
Han. Is this a lunatic asylum, Lena?