Marcus. Well, I think I could guess.
Bess. Oh, you could. Isn’t that splendid? Tell me, quick.
Marcus. Ah! but it’s a secret.
Bess. Oh, dear! now you are beginning to be mysterious. Remember sir: we are to have no secrets.
Marcus. Quite right; and as you are not to learn this, we shall have no secrets still——
Bess (pouting). Marcus, you’re as bad as Roy.
Marcus. If I am no worse than that estimable man, then you will receive a treasure to-morrow.
Bess. Take care, sir: “there’s many a slip ’twixt the cup and the lip.”
Marcus. Don’t be alarmed: you shall have the treasure, Bess. Never mind the cup; the lips will satisfy me (kisses her) now, and to-morrow my cup of happiness will be full.
Bess. Ah! but I may change my mind before to-morrow.