LIZ. How yo gettin’ on?
BAP. Mizzable, tank yo.
LIZ. De sperrit?
BAP. Ont leave anyting whar I puts it. (pulls out a madras handkerchief to wipe his face, and in doing so drops money on the ground; Lizbette picks it up and appropriates it unperceived.)
LIZ. De powers done signify as how yo likely steal dem tings wat disappear.
BAP. (dumbfounded) Who me?
LIZ. (nods her head impressively.) Wat yo come fo’?
BAP. (dazedly.) Lordy!—Miss Bella wan t’know wat to do in a case o jealousy?—supposin’ like a lover’s jealousy?
LIZ. Nuttin’. Keep still. Things will come right troo a disguise.
BAP. An’ dis—(takes out the serpent-head locket.) I dunno who dat sen’ it, but de owner wan t’know ef her lover gwine be true to her? (Lizbette takes the locket.) I done got some money here wat Miss Bella sont yo..., (looks for the money; finds none; Lizbette shakes her head.)