Miss Sky. A little piratical object, how I should like to box his ears; but I’ll controul my temper for a moment. (Crosses to L.)
Pin. Hem! We are quite alone.
Miss Sky. Yes, I perceive we are.
Pin. Shall we sit down a bit, or how?
Miss Sky. As you please.
[They sit.
Pin. Hem! Oh, dear! what a twitter I am in. I shall never begin.
Miss Sky. (Singing without regarding him.)
“Why so pale and wan, fond lover,