That means he says he's her husband, and can't he have it if he likes? And she won't give it him now. And she's quite right. I wouldn't either. Nor would any woman. Look!
[And Columbine has torn the rose in pieces and flung them on the ground, and flung herself off. And then Gelsomino flings himself down in self-reproachful despair. But all this flinging shows a lover's quarrel, and there's life and hope in that. But Alice is young and stern.
Serve him right! And if it wasn't for Harlequin ....
Uncle Edward.. Hush!
[Harlequin has called to Clown and Pantaloon. And, like conspirators, they stand there and most elaborately they weave a plot. It's a most difficult plot to follow. It involves a dark night and tiptoes and a signal given. It involves, too, a cloak and a skirt and a bonnet for Clown; and this attracts him so much he can attend to little else.
Alice.. Do you guess what's going to happen? Uncle, they've forgotten the lights. Oh, this is the bit I love.
Uncle Edward.. [In a hoarse whisper.] St! George!
[Suddenly on the little stage day becomes night. What had George to do with it?
[In a hoarse whisper still.] Bring 'em round a bit ... the number two steels.
[And the moon, obediently turning, floods the little stage. Indeed it is pretty. Uncle Edward can't contain himself. And he has given it away anyhow.