Mrs. M. The fiddlers are tuning up for a waltz, and if Munseer Adonis is to keep his word now is the time. I wonder what Moses would say if he knew what I was about. But he can’t know. He’s safe at home, and there’s certainly no harm in obtaining a graceful inquisition to my other accomplishments. (Music, Beautiful Blue Danube, soft and low.) There they go. O, isn’t that splendid. (Waltzes about stage in a very awkward manner.)
Mulligrub (with head above screen). What’s the matter with Hannah? She’s bobbing about the room like a turkey with’s its head off.
Enter Monsieur Adonis, r.
Mons. A. Charmant, charmant! (Music stops.) Madam, you are ze ecstasy of motion. You have ze grace of ze antelope, and ze step of ze fairy.
Mrs. M. O, don’t! You have come—
Mons. A. Wiz ze “Boston Dip,” as I have promise.
Mulligrub (aside). “Boston Dip.” That’s him—the scoundrel!
Mrs. M. O, I’m so nervous.
Mulligrub (aside). You ought to be, you hypocrite.
Mons. M. Zar is not ze least occasion. We are here alone.