Nora.
Be off wid your nonsense—a word in your ear,
Listen, my Patrick, be sure that you hear;
Last night when Mike Duffy came here to woo,
We sat in the dark, and made believe it was you—
And when the kiss came, now just look at me,—
I shut my eyes tight, just this way, don’t you see?
And when our lips met, what did I do,
But keep my eyes shut, and make belave it was you!
(Nora, laughing; Pat, disconcerted.)