Sheba.
A beautiful opportunity to ask for that little present of money. Poor dear Papa!
Salome and Sheba.
Poor dear Papa!
[They link their hands together and walk as if going out through the Library.
The Dean.
[Looking up.] Don’t go, children!
[He rises, the girls rush to him, and laughing with joy they turn him like a top, dancing round him.
[Panting.] Stop, children!
Sheba.