Gen. B. Well, so you shall. Here goes! (He attempts
to chase her around stage, she easily eludes
him. Knock heard at door.)
Coq. Oh, dear, oh, dear!
Mamma’s come back! Quick, General, get in here.
(pushes him into cupboard, R. Business, he not liking to go in. Rap again.)
Meet me beneath the haunted tree to-morrow.
Gen. B. Adieu!
Coq. Pray go!
Gen. B. This parting’s such sweet sorrow.