May. To share with him your fortune?
Roy (comes to back of her chair, hand on table; looks at her). If he be poor, yes; for I shall still be rich. He could not claim my chief treasure, my pearl above price,——you (stoops to kiss her).
(Enter Bess, C.)
Bess. Ahem!
Roy (starting up, and crossing to R). Bother that girl! Well, what now?
Bess. I smell smoke, and where there’s smoke there must be fire.
Roy. Not where you are. You’re a capital extinguisher.
May. Did you find him, Bess?
Bess. No. ’Twas a false alarm. Oh, dear! why don’t he come?