Lack. If we had but a chaise, and a priest—
Miss Dolly B. One's in the house, and t'other's at the door below.
Lack. Indeed! My dear, you're young, and frank—I throw myself, and all my fortune, at your feet, in spite of figs, raisins, canvass sleeves, and moist sugar—Oh, you amazing fine creature!
Miss Dolly B. Oh, you astonishing charming man!
[Exeunt.
Enter Colonel Epaulette, speaks as entering.
Colonel E. All is ready—Allons, ma chere mademoiselle.
Enter Tallyho, in French Boots, &c. speaks as entering.
Tall. Well, Doll, here I am, booted and pistoled—[Looks about.] How!
Colonel E. Aha! de lady is gone.