DAR. Yes?
DOM. Oh, a man to admire, copy, love; a man to spend your life with, if it were not for Bella. How is Bella? Have you seen her? Is she well?—(notices a bulge in Darblee’s pockets.) What on earth have you in your pockets?
DAR. (pulling out a pair of slippers.) I bought them for you and wore them once to see if they were comfortable. This morning I found them in the broiling sun, put there to air by Baptiste. Fortunately I was in time to save the coloring.
DOM. Baptiste would seem to have opinions of your feet. Thank you, uncle. They are beautiful.
DAR. Have you had any ecrevisse gumbo since you left home?
DOM. No indeed; nothing so good. (he puts the slippers on a chair and walks to the right of mask door to take a look at the old place.)
DAR. I wonder whether Baptiste has ordered those ecrevisses? (exit L; enter Baptiste dusting Darblee’s hat; he sees the slippers; puts the hat down and takes the slippers up.) Baptiste.
BAP. Lordy! I done forgot ’bout dem ecrevisses!
DAR. (without.) Baptiste!
BAP. Yes sah. (Dominique re-enters just as Baptiste hides the slippers in some out of the way place; Baptiste exits.)