Pri. Eh, my daughter, madam; at this moment she’s so happy—may she be so all her life! and as to your maid, madam, she dances as if my daughter’s happiness depended on her legs, you understand. Madam, of course I mean—
Luc. Perfectly; be good enough to open that door, and show the gentleman in, who is in there.
[Sits down, and puts on veil.
Pri. But, madam—
Luc. Do what I tell you.
Pri. (hesitating, yet opens door of communication, and enters Charles’s room). Sir!
Cha. All right, I’ve heard; you can announce me.
Pri. You wrote your name in my book; but you see, sir, my daughter’s—
Cha. You’ve forgotten it; say Mr. Charleston King.
Pri. (re-entering L. H.). Mr. Charles, son of a king!