You did marry a lady! But scratch the lady and you find a hardworking comic actress!
QUECKETT.
Be silent, madam!
MISS DYOTT.
Ha! Ha! This is my revenge, Vere Queckett! To-night I will dance more wildly, more demonstratively than ever!
QUECKETT.
I forbid it!
MISS DYOTT.
You forbid it! You dictate to Constance Delaporte—the hit of the opera! I am Queen Honorine! [She slaps her hands and sings with great abandonment, and in the pronounced manner of the buffo queen, the song she is supposed to sing in Bernstein's opera. Singing.]=
````'Rine, 'Rine, Honorine!