Anas. Such a grand name! It is so poetical!
Dol. [Nudges up closer.] Ahem!
Anas. [Aside.] The declaration is coming! I will fall in his arms as soon as he makes it.
Dol. Madam—I—I—[Pulls out baby dress instead of handkerchief and wipes his face.]
Anas. My heart goes pitti-di-pat! [Sees baby dress.] Oh! [She turns away.]
Dol. [Notices it for the first time. Aside.] Confound it! I thought I had my handkerchief. [To Anastasia.] I beg your pardon, madam! [Puts it away and gets his handkerchief. Anastasia smiles sweetly and bows her head.] Ahem! as I was going to say—
Enter Coriolanus, L. 2 E.
Dol. You are—you are—[Sees Coriolanus.] The devil! [Starts up. Coriolanus holds himself proudly erect. Anastasia Exits with dignity into cottage.]
Cor. [Aside.] A rival?
Dol. Playing the eavesdropper, eh! [Aside.] I’ll bounce the rascal! [Leaps upon him suddenly and runs him off R. 2 E.] I’ll teach you better manners. [Walks down stage.]