Under a Veil: A Comedietta in One Act

by Sir Randal H. Roberts; George M. Baker

Luc. Sir!

Cha. That is my veil. If you want to take it off, remove your own.

Luc. No, sir: that is impossible; but—

Cha. In that case, madam, I am Charleston King, too lazy to do any thing, but quite at your service.

Luc. (aside). What shall I do? (Looking round, sees flowers.) Ah! (Takes a sprig of May, and comes towards Cha.) Sir, we are about to part, probably never to meet again; would it be repugnant to your feelings to accept a souvenir?

Cha. Pardon, madam, but you don’t propose giving me a dressing-case?

Luc. Don’t be alarmed. The souvenir I give you, do you promise to keep it?

Cha. For ever, madam, I swear it. (Aside.) What can it be?

Luc. (kissing sprig, and leaning against back of Cha.’s chair). Take it.

Cha. (looking at it, but not taking it). A sprig of May!