Simon. And he accused Marc, the noblest fellow in the world. I’d like to get even with him for that. Is he married?
Nancy. No; but I shouldn’t wonder if he and Miss Bessie made a match of it.
Simon. Poor Marc! What’s the fellow’s name?
Nancy. Matt Winsor.
Simon. Matt! Matt! Stop a moment! (Takes memorandum book from his pocket, and turns the leaves rapidly.) H. I. J. K. L. M. Here it is——Matt Winsor. Ha! ha! ho! ho! He’s mine! He’s mine!
Nancy. And what’s all that, Simon?
Simon (strikes book). That, Nancy, is my savings bank. Little bits of information that I picked up as a policeman, and preserved for future use. Nancy, look at me! I’m going to astonish you. So the tramp’s sweet on Miss Bessie, is he? Nancy, I’ll astonish him. Ay, the whole world shall be astonished. (Strikes attitude, and spouts.)
“And thou, Pauline, so wildly loved, so guiltily betrayed——all is not lost. If I live, the name of him thou hast once loved shall not be dishonored; if I die amidst the carnage and the roar of battle, my soul shall fly back to thee.” (Approaches her as before.)
Nancy (advances brush as before; he runs upon it). What are you talking about?
Simon (sputtering.) Pooh! Pah! That’s what he said,——Claude, you know.