Moselle. And Tom is lost to me. Poor Tom! He's discovered a wonderful nugget. It's in our cabin now; and Tom is so worried that he's been watching the door ever since it was deposited there, for fear some one should steal it. Ha, ha, ha!
Tom. I was only waiting till you should appear to keep Dick company. Now I'm off. (Goes to R. 2 E.)
Moselle. Don't be gone long, Tom, we shall be so lonesome without you.
Tom. Oh, have your little love-feast! I'll be back in time.
Moselle. In time for what?
Tom. To count the spoons. (Exit R. 2 E.)
Moselle. Now, what does he mean by that?
Dick. I'm sure I don't know, unless he expects you and I to—
Moselle (holding up her finger threateningly). Beware!
Dick. Exactly. Beware silver ware, spoons. (Puts arm about her waist.)