Mona. You have my sympathy, what can I do!
(Aside, holding hand to heart.)
Dear me! That queer sensation’s come again!
Prince Doodle. Your sympathy, see, mends an orphan’s pain,
My loving, lass!
Mona. Your glass, I’d mend, Prince, but I
Regret I’ve neither got cements nor putty.
Prince Doodle. Say, could you learn to love?
Mona. (Innocently.) You’ll teach me your way?
Prince Doodle. It’s plain! No doubt it’s much the same in Norway.