DOM. It seems safest to follow uncle’s example if I would have my slippers. (puts them in his pockets; deep sailor pockets, that make no bulges; enter Darblee.)
DAR. Tell me about that shipwreck.
DOM. It was purely imaginary.
DAR. What!
DOM. I dared not say I had not been shipwrecked when Lizbette said I had. Bella would have had no further faith in me.
DAR. Nonsense.
DOM. Of course.
DAR. You don’t mean—
DOM. Yes I do—every time I think of the day I chanced to speak of that old voo-doo to Bella.—How about Baptiste? Is he still as much troubled by ghosts as ever?
DAR. I suppose so. He’s flightier than ever. (enter Bella.)