Watch me closely, and you’ll see me win her to-night. What’s the use of money, if you can’t get—points, my boy, when you want them? And yet—
Bluegrass.
And yet what?
Whetstone.
And yet Susan has points too. She can roast a goose splendidly,—and that elder-blossom tea! But enough of this. Away to serenade.
[Exeunt.
Scene II.—A dining-ball in Northlake’s Villa. Pompey and Hannibal arranging dining-table.
Pompey [merrily].
Yah! yah! I say, Hannibal, Lake Shore’s g’wone up. I make pile money on dat happy shore, shure. Stocks am de ting to put de money in de stockin’.