Jarius. Don’t go, Sally; I want to speak to yeou. If you leave me neow, I won’t answer for the consequences.
Sally. (Aside.) O, dear; I’m afraid of him! (Aloud.) What is it, Mr. Jerden? (Edging off, R.)
Jarius. (Aside.) How skeery she is! Wonder what’s the matter! (Aloud.) Sally, I’m goin’ to do somethin’ desperate, for the sight of yeou has set me on fire. I feel—I feel that the hour has come—
Sally. (Aside.) I can’t bear it. (Aloud.) Dear me; this place hain’t been dusted to-day. (Takes her apron, and runs about dusting table, chair, and lounge.)
Jarius. (Aside.) I swow, she’s skeered! All right, Jarius; now’s yer chance. (Runs after Sally; brings her down, C.) Sally, it’s no use; yeou must hear me. Sally, do yeou know what it is to be in—in—in—love?
Sally. (Aside.) He’s going to pop! (Aloud.) O, them plants! (Runs up, L. C.) They haven’t been watered to-day.
Jarius. (Aside.) How she does carry on! (Runs after her, and brings her down, C.) Now look a-here, Sally; it’s no use. You’ll spile everything.
Sally. O, my pickles! they’ll spile! Do let me go, Mr. Jerden.
Jarius. (Putting his arm round her waist.) Let ’em spile! I’ve got yeou fast, Sally, and I’m going to try and keep yeou for ever and ever.
Sally. (Struggling to get away.) Mr. Jerden, I’m ashamed of you.