Gazing at vacancy. Mine’s a strange nature. On the stage, I’m liveliness itself——!

De Castro.

A perfect little lump o’ talent! I’ve been tellin’ Carlton tho—perthuadin’ him to introduthe an extra thong for you in Act Two.

Gabrielle.

Looking at de Castro. You have?

De Castro.

Yeth.

Gabrielle.

Did he promise to think it over?

De Castro.