I can see it; and seeing is believing, they say. Oh, you're monstrous jealous of him, you know you are.
Knickerbocker advances.
Alice.
Jealous! I, jealous of him? No, indeed, I never wish to see his ugly face again.
Knickerbocker.
Say not so, sweet blossom of the valley, for in that case I shall shoot myself in despair.
Alice.
Oh, don't think of such a thing, for then your ghost might haunt me.
Lorrenna.
And I'm sure you would rather have him than his ghost, wouldn't you, Alice?