How are they selling cotton-bombasine?
A Gentleman [to some ladies on the verandah].
Just look at Lind and Anna; what’s his sport?
Ladies [with shrill ecstasy].
Gracious, he kissed her glove!
Others [similarly, springing up].
No! Kiss’d it? Really?
Lind [appears, red and embarrassed, in the doorway].
O, stuff and nonsense!
[Disappears.