But do you not see how nice I look?
The Man.
Yes, I see. I see the new riband, and I see, too, that you wish me to kiss your pretty little neck.
His Wife.
But I will not allow it, sir. You are getting much too free. Puff away at your cigar if you wish, but my neck——
The Man.
Eh what? Is it not mine too? Devil take me if I do not assert my proprietorship!
[She pretends to dart away, but he pursues and kisses her.]
The Man.
There! I have asserted my rights. And now, little wifie, you must dance. Imagine this to be a splendid, a supernaturally beautiful palace.