Bendish: Isn't he the one who's always sweet, who believes all the ladies are in love with him, who gushes, sighs,—and who can be heard from the back of the theatre.
Cadwell:
You've got him.
Bendish:
Ah, yes, I know him. Is he a lively fellow, too?
Cadwell:
He says so.
Bendish:
Is he rich?
Cadwell:
Why?
Bendish: That's what I call lucky. Ah, I could be, too, since it's so easy. I intend to return to the Opera to ogle. (looking about him) Isn't there anybody here who likes ogling?
Cadwell:
Shut up, you are so stupid.
Bendish: (hearing a knocking)
Someone's knocking at the little stairway.
Cadwell:
Who can it be?