Rose. I know I shall grieve him by my appetite. (Over desk to Lord F.) Why, Lord Ferrol, I am hungry enough to eat you.
Lord F. (half turning). Er, thanks, awfully. (Aside.) Now, what does she mean?
Amy. Oh, I wouldn’t eat Lord Ferrol, for you can’t eat your cake and have it. (Coming down center to Lord F.) But I should like to kiss him, if he will let me.
Lord F. Er, charmed,—if Mrs. Wycherly thinks it proper.
Dennis (seizing paper-knife from desk and rushing down between them). This is too much, Parker! You are getting more than your share. (Turning to Amy.) Avaunt, woman! you have raised the savage in me, and behold the consequences!
[Uses the knife as a scalping knife, and then tears off Lord F.’s wig, revealing a perfectly bald head.
Lord F. Gad, sir! what do you mean?
Omnes. Why, who are you?
[Amy crosses to l. as if bewildered.
Lord F. Who am I?