Simon. Then give me back my French mixture. There is nothing shabby about me; but if I can’t have your affection, you shan’t have my confectionery.
Nancy (throws box at him). There!
Simon (picks up box). Good day, Miss Nipper. You’ve nipped my prospects of having your sweet self; but I’ve got a sweet thing left in the sugar and molasses line, and I don’t mean to give it up.
Nancy. Go back to your sweet things, your pretty waiter girls. Go, sir!
Simon. I will, you cruel, heartless, scrubby thing! and if ever I face you again with an offer of my heart——
Nancy. Be sure to come on Monday; for then I always have plenty of hot water.
Simon. Bah! I hope you’ll live and die an old maid, Miss Nipper. Them’s my compliments to you, and there’s nothing shabby about me.
(Exit C.)
Nancy. Good riddance, Simon. Wonder in what new freak of business he’ll appear next.