Deary me!!
Prof.—
Susceptible and tender; so I fear
At letting any woman come so near
To it while in this tender state, and so
E’en though I weep a torrent—you must go.
(Puts pan of heart mixture away on shelf—weeping.)
Sassy. (aside.)—
Ah! ha! the heart is tender—here’s our chance,
Let’s daze this stupid with a song and dance.