Mulligrub (aside). Not quite, Dip, not quite.
Mons. A. No one will dare to enter here. Zar is none to look at you but I, and am I not discretion itself, madam?
Mrs. M. O, you are the soul of honor.
Mulligrub (aside). Humbug!
Mons. M. Now, zar is no time to lose. Permit me. (Takes her hand and leads her C.)
Mulligrub (aside). Dip’s taking her hand. I shall choke!
Mons. A. Put your left hand in mine—so.
Mulligrub (aside). She obeys him. Ah, faithless Hannah!
Mons. A. Zat is good. Do not tremble—zar is no danger.
Mulligrub (aside). Don’t be so sure of that.