Then if we’re here with the closed carriage at ten—!
[They go together into the library.
Darbey.
[To Sheba.] Some of us army men can slave too. Tarver’s queer livah has thrown all the arrangements for the Fancy Ball on my shoulders. [Salome and Tarver re-enter.] Look at him—that’s when he’s enjoying life!
Tarver.
[Laughing convulsively.] Ha! ha! ha! ho! he! he! Good, eh, Miss Jedd?
Salome.
But suppose dear Papa should hear us crunching down the gravel path!
Tarver.
Oh!