Yes, but tink of the audience you will delight tonight in my Oratorio—I mean my Gomic Opera. Oh, that reminds me. [Taking out a written paper from a pocket-book.] Here are two new verses of the Bolitical Song for you to commit to memory before this evening. They are extremely goot.
MISS DYOTT.
Looking at the paper. Mr. Bernstein, surely here is a veiled allusion to—yes, I thought so. Oh, the unwarrantable familiarity! I can't—I can't—even vocally allude to a perfect stranger as the Grand Old Man!
BERNSTEIN.
Oh, now, now—he von't mind dat!
MISS DYOTT.
But the tendency of the chorus—[reading] "Doesn't he wish he may get it!" is opposed to my stern political convictions! Oh, what am I coming to? [Queckett's voice is heard.]
QUECKETT.
[Calling outside.] Caroline! Caroline!