GROSVENOR—Happy man.
G· C·—None of that nonsense with me, and now to business. Ever since you joined our band, things have gone wrong. Before you came the women loved me—yes, sir, me, and they followed me about everywhere, and now you have come and everything is changed. It is you they run after, but I tell you it must cease.
GROSVENOR—Is it my fault if they all fall in love with me? You, of course, who are not endowed with all the disadvantages of beauty, cannot know what I have to put up with.
G· C·—Then change it all—destroy your beauty!
GROSVENOR—That would be impossible.