Addressing the window— Berlinda, dearest;
If walls have ears, surely thou hearest;
Hearest thy lover, though his tones be hoarse,
Hearest by means of love’s detective force,
Warm at the heart, though with a cold i’ the head—
(Sneezes.)
(Aside.) (By Jove, I really ought to be in bed.)
Accept my love, resist it not, be not so cruel—
(Sneezes again.)
(Aside.) (I really must go in for something strong, and gruel.)