FLAMM [Excitedly, to himself.] If one could only get at the throat of a creature like that!
MRS. FLAMM is wheeled in by a maid from FLAMM'S den.
MRS. FLAMM
What are you muttering about again?—[At a gesture from her the maid retires.]—Did you have any annoyance?
FLAMM
Oh, yes; a little.
MRS. FLAMM
Wasn't that Streckmann?
FLAMM
The handsome Streckmann. Yes, that was the handsome Streckmann.