Why, then, I’ll return to dust.
Violet.
Alack! that would be unkind.
Ideal.
Nay, try me.
Violet.
Perchance I may. [Aside] But only for a moment. [Aloud] How high’s the sun, pray?
Ideal [looking at his watch].
I’ll be precise, and timely guard my answer. ’Tis nigh unto five o’clock; the minute-hand lacks one, the second-hand—
Violet.