Bob—Come as you are, you know that I adore
Your ladyship in any sort of gown;
Besides, there’s not another soul in town.
Come as you are; there’ll only be we three.
Sibyl—Well, I like that! It’s fortunate for me
This is a telephone and not that new
Invention one can talk and see through, too!
What’s that you said?
Bob— I didn’t speak at all
I only thought.