Mona. I hope you’re all content.
Noodle. Well, I don’t know.
Poor Coquettina here—
Doodle. Pray, where’s her beau?
(Coquettina, turns to Captain Pounce.)
Captain P. Ah! Weally sowwy! Can’t be done I fear,
When my superior officer is here.
(She turns to General Bounce.)
Gen. B. Well! Hem! The situation’s most unpleasant,
But as for matrimony!—not at present.