Flora. Here she is—Here she is—Oh dear—Oh dear—how ashamed I am for her.
Jerome. And I wish I may die if so ben't I.
(Covering his eyes.)
Flora. And yet somehow I long to see her!
(Another rapping.)
Flora. Run, Jerome, run.
Jerome. This moment (turning back) but I am so afraid I shall laugh.
Flora. O no—Don't laugh—if you do you will spoil all, and my Lady will never forgive you.
Jerome. Well—I won't—I won't, if I can help it—I'll look so—just so, if I can—as serious as a judge—will that do? (looking serious.)
Flora. Yes; that will do. (Rapping again.)