What shall I kiss? You like it?—then command.
Cara. (looking at audience).—
They’re looking at us.
Eben.—
Then I’ll kiss your hand.
(Kneels and kisses Cara.’s hand.)
And this is Caramella; is she changed,
Or have I been demented, mad, deranged?
I didn’t like her manner; it appeared
As if she thought I ought to be endeared