John (a Brute). Well, I shouldn't be surprised if he is. I can't help it.
The L. with N. You could if you liked—you could tell him my nerves won't stand it—the trick will be every bit as good if he only pretends to fire, I'm sure.
John. Oh, nonsense!—You can stand it very well if you like.
The L. with N. I can't, John.... There, he's raising it to his shoulder. John, I must go out. I shall scream if I sit here, I know I shall!
John. No, no—what's the use? He'll have fired long before you get to the door. Much better stay where you are, and do your screaming sitting down. (The Conjuror fires.) There, you see, you didn't scream, after all!
The L. with N. I screamed to myself—which is ever so much worse for me; but you never will understand me till it's too late!
[Herr Von K. performs another trick.
First Lady in Plush Cloak. That was very clever, wasn't it? I can't imagine how it was done!
The M. in E. D. (in whom the memory of his desecrated hat is still rankling). Oh, can't you? Simplest thing in the world—any child could do it!
Second Lady. What, find the rabbit inside those boxes, when they were all corded up, and sealed!