THE DRAMA OF "BULLYWINGLE."—See page [180].
Artist. Here is who?
Mr. B. The blue woman.
Artist. The blue woman?
Mr. B. Yes—they pursue me wherever I go. It's a blue woman now. Yesterday it was a red woman. Oh, all sorts of women—black women—green women—white women—for pity's sake, conceal me! They'd make a Mormon or polygamist of me. (Wipes his painted fingers over his face.) Oh, my dear sir, you would not have me commit trigamy—you would not—but hide me somewhere—hide me!
Artist. Here—here, behind the curtain.
Lady enters.
Lady. Is there a gentleman here?