Violet.
As I hate disguises, and this moonlight is a gentle vapor, I’ll unmask without more argument.
[She unmasks.
Whetstone.
Beauteous Violet, you are my future wife. Let, oh, let me take a kiss.
Violet.
Our acquaintance is too brief for a jest so durable.
Whetstone.
Come, no one sees us. Just one little kiss. [Enter Scythe, looking at them through his glass.] Professor, get out! Take notes, hunt specimens, and shelve your knowledge; but never let me see you here again. [To Violet] Did not your uncle tell you?
[Exit Scythe.