MRS. SCHUYLER: Remember the night you let me flop?
PHIL: I couldn't get into my part at all that night. I kept saying to myself: Phillip, be a bench, be a bench; but when I felt you near me, all the benchiness left me. When you sat on me, I put my arms about you, like this. (Does so.)
MRS. SCHUYLER: Ah—how it all comes back to me now! When you would put your arms about me, I would close my eyes and make believe it was Otis Skinner. (Business.)
PHIL: And then before all the crowd, I kissed you so. (He illustrates as PAUL enters with ROSE from arbor.)
PAUL: (Seeing PHIL and MRS. SCHUYLER.) Well—(They break apart.)
I'm surprised!
MRS. SCHUYLER: (Works PHIL around to hide him first, then turns him around to PAUL.) You wouldn't be if you were as used to it as I am.
PAUL: (Aside to PHIL.) What did I tell you to do?
(PHIL seizes MRS. SCHUYLER and runs her into house—she saying:
"What's the idea," etc., till off.) (Sunset falls upon scene.)
SONG—PAUL and ROSE—"My Little Persian Rose." (ROSE exits at end of song.)
PAUL: (Left alone.) I won't let her marry him. (A girl passes, crying out "Persian Plums—who will buy?")