Enter Dollerclutch, gate C.
Anas. [Looking after Morris, angrily.] Well, I never! another snub!
Dol. [Down R.] Ahem!
Anas. [Turns suddenly.] There’s that sweet man again. [She affects shyness.]
Dol. I beg your pardon, madam! but allow me to express my pleasure in being so fortunate as to meet your lovely self under such auspicious circumstances.
Anas. You flatter me!
Dol. By no means, madam!—by no means. That is something I would not be guilty of. What I said came from the heart, madam—from the heart! Do you understand?
Anas. I think I do, sir! [Aside.] Perfectly captivating!
Dol. Allow me to conduct you to a seat, you are tired standing. [He leads her to bench R. C. They sit at each end of bench and gradually move up closer to each other during the subsequent dialogue. Comic business.]
Anas. [Aside.] I believe he is going to propose! If he does, I’ll accept him on the instant.