Doug. Aw! I—aw—I twust you do not dislike to be confused, because I think you chawming, you know? (Goes and sits beside her on sofa.)
Alice. Of course I am only too pleased to be so favored.
Doug. Yes—aw—and some day I shall tell you just how chawming I do think you. You are so different from your sister, you know. Why—aw—but weally a fellow is quite afwaid of her.
Alice. Afraid? What, you afraid of a lady?
Doug. Well, not—not exactly afwaid, of course, but you see—aw—I never know what to say to her. We fellows do not like these—aw—strong-minded ladies, you know. We like these—aw—gentle, clinging, soft girls, that do not know so much, you know, of whom you, Miss Alice, are such a chawming type!
Alice (rising). Indeed. Thanks for the implied compliment to my intellect, sir! (Crosses to C.)
Doug. Eh? (Aside.) What the deuce did I say to put her out like that? (Aloud.) I mean that you are vewy chawming, the style of girl we fellows pwefer, you know. (Rises and bows low.)
Alice (aside). It will not do to get angry with him yet. But if I marry him I'll let him know whether I have any brains or not! (Aloud.) Indeed, Mr. Doughlass? But really, I do not think Kate so very formidable. Ah! here she comes now. (Goes to R. C.)
Doug. I'm sorry—aw—to have our tête-à-tête interrupted, and I am sure I do not know what to say to her, nevaw do, you know!
(Enter Kate, L. 2 E., and bows to Doughlass coldly.)