Gus. I mean, your majesty, that it was very clevah of you to extricate yourself from such a trying situation.
Santa. Oh! yes, that’s different; and now I will proceed to unfold my plans to you.
Gus. Proceed by all means.
Santa. I have ordered the terrier to be brought into this room, and have also requested that my daughter come here. We will conceal ourselves and enjoy her astonishment at her first meeting with her man.
(O’Rourke’s voice heard off L.
O’Rourke. Can’t yez let go av me arrums, yez miserable dagos? Do yez think Oi can’t walk alone at all, at all?
Santa. Ah! there he comes. Now then.
(they hide behind throne-chair
Enter, O’Rourke L., with Footman and Coachman holding to his arms.
O’Rourke. Come now, yeez hand-organ aristocrats, lave go me arrums. (Footman and Coachman bow to him and exit, C.) (O’Rourke shivering) Oh moy, oh moy, Oi don’t know whether this is an oice-crame saloon or a refrigerator car, but wan thing Oi do know, an’ that same is that this overcoat of moine is too foine for me prisint station in loife. (sees bell-rope) Helloa, phwat’s that? Oi think Oi’ll give her a pull and see if it won’t turrun on the stame. (pulls rope, great noise heard off L., O’Rourke terrified) Oh Oi say now, phwat a commiseration Oi’ve created, to be share.