Continue.
Whetstone.
Oh! Now we leave the country, and come to town [referring to the album]. Here is my edifice of learning, my Cornville Academy, my spring of knowledge. I own the whole of it. Here’s my Cornville Eagle, which shall brighten its plumage when we are married; and here’s my Bank, whose president craves your hand. Do let me take it now; no one is looking.
Scythe appears stealthily for a moment, observing them
with his glass.
Violet.
They who love moonlight must not forget the man in the moon; and I must first ask my uncle. But I did not know that knights of late had grown so rich. I must put on my spectacles.
Whetstone.
Bless me, are you near-sighted? I’ll come nearer.
Violet.
Nay, at dawn I was near-sighted, but to-night I am far-sighted.