Doug. (aside). She looks at a fellow in a way that fweezes him all over. Aw—I'll flatter her. (Aloud.) Aw—you are looking as chawming as usual, Miss Grovenor.
Kate. I am very glad if you have been so fortunate as to discover the fact.
Doug. (aside). That always does please them, to be sure.
(Enter Eugene, L. 2. E.)
Eug. (going to C.) Well, Kittie, here I am; now where is the governor, and what's the row? Ah, Harold, my boy, how are you? Where were you last night? Jolly old time the boys had. But champagne does make a fellow feel like the deuce the next day.
Kate (L.). Is it worth while to drink it, then?
Eug. Oh! come now! don't preach. Confound it, a woman is always preaching. If they had their way a fellow would have no fun at all, eh, Harold?
Doug. No—aw—that is, the ladies think so much of us, they want to make us saints, you know.
Eug. Can't be done, though, eh? What is the use of living if a man can't have a good time? (Sings.) By Jove, I am glad I wasn't born a woman. They take things too seriously altogether. But they look up to us, for all their preaching, eh, Harold?
Doug. (R.). To be sure—aw.