Nancy. What! you saucy scamp! (Chasing him round table, beating him with brush.)
Simon. Stop! Don’t! Quit! Nancy, that’s what the feller said in the play——Claude, you know.
Nancy. Don’t you ever use such language as that to me, if you do I’ll scald you.
Simon. Now don’t let you and I get into hot water because we are under the same roof. You shall have the prettiest flowers, Nancy, in the garden, if you’ll only smile upon me. O Nancy! (Strikes attitude.) “If thou wouldst have me paint the home——”
Nancy. Paint! are you going to be a painter now?
Simon. No, Nancy, that’s what Claude said.
Nancy. Bother Claude! stick to your gardening. Do that for six months, Simon, and I’ll marry you.
Simon. Will you, though? then I’ll stick to it forever. Nancy, seal the bargain with a kiss. (Advances.)
Nancy (presenting brush as before). Some other time.
Simon (shaking his head, and walking off L. without touching brush). Thou dust not tempt me.