SIR F. To let you go off to sleep again in a more comfortable frame of mind.
LADY F. Come, colonel! Arthur’s desperately in love with Myrtle.
SIR F. And Myrtle’s over head and ears in love with—
MYRT. (interrupting him). Felix!
SIR F. With herself! They only wait your benediction.
COL. Bother the benediction! I’ll settle a thousand a year on them!
SIR F. (shaking his hand). The most sensible thing you’ve said for a long time; and now you may go to sleep again as soon as you like.
COL. Thank you! (Feeling his pulse.) Ninety! That’s better!
SIR F. But a word at parting here! (To audience.) How account for our eccentric behavior? Shall we boldly forestall the critics and say at once—