Comrades: A Drama in Three Acts

by George M. Baker

Sim. Oh, made a mistake! Yes, yes. Can you point out the position of the culinary department of your dwelling?

Bess. I will call her in. Take a seat.

Sim. Ah, thank you. (Bess exit R. I. E.) Here’s my card. Gone! gone without it, and I went to the expense of getting up that card for the express purpose of having it placed in the hands of Miss Nancy Nipper. Says I, “Simon, don’t be shabby. Go, like a gentleman. Spare no expense.”——and it’s useless. (Comes down R., turns, and sees Marcus in chair.) Halloa, Mark!——Mark, the perfect man.

Mar (rises). Si, old fellow where in the world did you drop from? (Gives hand.)

Simon (takes hand and shakes it). Well, in truth, Mark——But stop. I interrupted a tete-a-tete. There was a young lady sitting on that hassock. O Mark, this is too bad! I’m in the way. Good-by (starts for door).

Mar (detaining him). Stop, stop, Si! it’s all right. But why are you here?

Simon. I——why——well——Look here, Mark, I know I’m in the way. I’ll come again (starts for door).

Mar (detaining him). No, no; it’s all right, Si. I see——you’re in love with our Nancy.

Simon. Our Nancy! Our——Good gracious, Mark! You don’t mean to say that you are aspiring to the affection of that damsel?