Yes! agonizing moans, and bones, and groans,
By rattling that big box of paving stones.
’Tis fine—the cats on this side—lightning here,
The lover standing upright in the rear;
King Nougat there—the Princess standing by,
And here—no, here—no, here—
(Changing position to study the effect.)
Mysterious I!
I—Paracelsus Finigin—the seer.
Ha! ha! Yes, I’ll be operating here.